brushed by his soft whisper
tickled my neck perfectly
with a breath of solicitation
and his scent of metaphors

his smile, so inviting
gestured the engrossment
to get close enough to my voice
and inhale my poetry

guided by a song of spirit
we danced to our verse
filled with life and passion
like streaming waters down our spine

our river flows in one direction
though rocks aim to deter
we wade in strength and miracles
as our hearts remain afloat.

© 2013 Liza Morales


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