Speak To Me
Speak to me my desire
where your hillsides come alive
wrap your legs around the beauty
riding long where blueberry thrive
drift down within starlight's fire
flushed against an alabaster sky
rage, rage
bed these trepidations
rupturing through valiant vapors
once thought dormant
now alive
speak to me my desire
where words come to unwind
in the secluded and mysterious
recesses of my mind
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018
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