Gift From An Angel
your secrets billow like smoke
then dissipate slowly in my ears
if I want to make love
I look at you
if I want to write a poem
I look through you
the other side a place
where our hearts bathe
in cold glib pools
that bare such a fiery true
inspiration
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.