Symphony of Breath
Our composing begins when
your lips envelope mine
and the extent of your breath
trails down my spine.
In the shadows of night
where whispers nibble,
through winded thoughts
our kisses scribble.
Your air lifts me as high
as a zephyr glides,
with a symphony of touch
like trombone slides.
The beats of our hearts
pulsate like drums
beneath an audience of stars
with echoed twinkling strums.
Nov 3, 2019
Introduction by collaboration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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