Free Verse Fever
He came into my room carrying a gentle shade of light upon his face
and as I grew accustomed to his presence, I felt his spirit free
Its as if the angels carved him out of alabaster bone and marm
with and anciency and rapture made of silver thread and gold
Spellbound by his magic, I inhaled his presence dear,
then watched my heart begin to beat for him and him alone
He was the scent of orchid in a mingled denim shirt
and as he blew me kisses, I hitched a breath so rare
between his arms, beneath his skin, inside his heart
I was here, there, everywhere,
and as he roomed me with his auric fire
I heard the beckon of my soul,
" Go ahead release your heart, he's yours"
January 14, 2020
The words I chose is Aura
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2020
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