Frets
By 1stpoet
Frets She had a voice like a fine tuned violin when she sang the sounds made by the bow pulled across her heart strings , taut with emotion and the notes drifted in the room lit only by candle light she needed no accompaniment for my own heart beat in unison with echoes that played my own feelings out to perfection my ears were being shaped invisibly by her hands that moved in gestures of melodic feeling and tugged into her breath I was to be living a song, as I flew freely upon her expressions I closed my eyes to see the worlds she let roll off her tongue wildflowers blowing in the breezes the green grass bending under our bodies these I tasted as she kissed me and sang again those words I LOVE YOU as we embraced under blankets satiated © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes December 15, 2001 Written December 15th, 2001 © on Dec 15 2001 07:59 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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