Rose-Colored Passion
it's raining again,
been this way for days;
swirls of graying clouds
hiding the blue of skies
and my eyes
my lips
seem wetter
than everything else
that rises
without sun,
the river's rising again,
perhaps higher than my own ego
as i lose myself
in the pockets of current.
current, and past events
build this dam
against what it is
that i love,
damn her
and them the same.
i lay, head down,
drowning
in the only breath i know
your chest
rising
and falling
between the sighs
that bridges
together
reality and dreams,
and i'm not giving up my last breath
through any of these storms
that fall from winded words,
instead, i'll keep breathing
deeper and deeper
attuned with your own breath,
as we make love, reality
from dreams
last night,
i saw a rainbow
through your eyes
and i settled myself
deeper in your heart
long before
you ever drifted off to sleep
this morning,
your gentle touch,
the arousal
of my dreams,
becomes the sun
through rose-colored passion,
and love again blossoms
blending all that is real
from little pockets of rain.
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013
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