Sullen Soil

You're a piece of art 

From a distant part

Born of a land in sullen soil

One touch, my roots coil

You have a king's hand

Gold finger tips, in your presence I can not stand

You sing the songs of a tide that pull me in

It's rare, too redemptive to be a sin

Undeniable in your charm

I am enamored, sound the alarm

Slow down, hold me still

When you call my body elates into free fall

Original poetry by KeilaCoateWomack(all rights reserved) 

The aRtIsT

Being an artist may not pay the bills but it restores the heart, fills an absent mind &gives bread to a hungry soul. ~Keila

Stranger~>

I dare not look upon your face

The connection is too strong

I might lose ground & forget my place

Chemical reaction boils blood

Unforeseen satisfaction

Avoid eyes dancing in &out

 I dream of you

Arms warm, ear against beating heart 

Feed me with a midnight memory

Steal me away, run through me with weeping words

So I may feel something 

Be in my veins

Holistic healing 

Who are you really

Distant life that is alluring

....Captured 

The heat of you 

A torch I can't remove 

Deep in what I speak is your soul 

A ghost in whom is taunting me

A stranger-sadly out of reach

Original Poetry by KeilaCoateWomack (all rights reserved)