Poetry Her
Without her caressing portrait of reflection,
Haunting every room of the heart's daily walk-
Her sweet breath of words,
Breathing kisses of soul expansion on the spirit cheek's ear of I-
Twinkle interval caught in choreography in the poetic draft of yonder colorimetric
dream escape,
Within the inner person.
Myself,
I am but this,
Another face in the crowd of time-
Copyright © Mark Hansen | Year Posted 2006
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