In the Depths of Poetry
can we touch
on sheets of white
where passion unfolds
between the lines?
i linger there
in the ink
of dreams
as i stumble
upon the whispers
of thoughts
through lips
as they kiss
in depths
of metaphors
a pulse
within the words
silently beats
in the chambers
of my heart
a melody
as stanzas fall
softly upon
soul's walls
in the flickers
of touch
i become breathless
in the climax
a top these sheets
in the depths
of poetry
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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