Reading In Bed
Languid and luscious wet
like watercolors I lay near
pillows seeking words
in a writer’s space riding
the story coursing
with compassion freely I drop
the book crested crimson
melts into hot rose petals soft
and succulent rising
into you falling into you
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.
