Winds fill my sail
As your morning breath
Blows me apart
My lashes beat
Against the dark tangle
Of your luscious hair
As I weave my way
Towards home
In the crook of your neck
And the milky sunshine
Of your smile
Showers radiance
On my desperation
The fluidity of your body
Roaring like waves
Against my bare soul
And we sail on
Through eternity
~azmina
YOU ARE READING
Of Floating Buoys and Broken Bells
Poetry"Poetry flowed like little rivulets From the ocean that was her soul." ~azmina Our souls dance to the rhythm of poetry. A small collection of my poems that will, hopefully, provide the beats to your dance.
