Pouring Colours

I do not write

I pour the

Colours of my heart

Into a lexicon

Of feeling,

Your eyes,

Reading these words,

In my voice,

The colluding,

Colliding resonances,

At play within you,

And I am with you,

Beside you in time.

My best poetry,

Is when I touch you,

My kisses are sonnets,

My caresses are

Juicy haiku’s,

Whispered into your skin.




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