A scene that stirs under the stars
Beneath the moon that I adore
Your hands are strong, caressing the heavenly's
Shoulders set apart
Chest chiseled in marbled decadence
Hold me within the wake of morning
Face lit with the glow of sunrise
Prestige of a distant time
Aged with sentiment
In your eyes I hide mine
Drawn up in the unknown
I paint your silence in a stroke of water-colored wine
A Divine kiss to stir up a rouge of words on your lips
Study the lines of you, I surely miss
Make a teardrop fall on a wing of reminisce
The shadow of your smile
Undresses the mind and leaves me thirsty
Quench my longing with sheathes of rain poor
Tender thoughts that make me fly back to you
If I may find you, my sky in forever blue
~Keila (all rights belong to KeilaCoateWomack) ::redcoate:: ::original poetry::
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