If the words were read to me alone.
you'd still have an audience
that devours every tone,
a hall full of one,
wishing the words
were his home.
I'd swoon with the loves,
mourn at the lows.
I'd travel wherever
the words wanted to go.
If the kisses sent in sugar sweet
poetry, singing of flowers
that sway together
in a dance of symmetry, surrounded
by bees producing
the finest golden honey.
If these words were for me,
my heart would breach
the walls of my chest,
embracing the clouds
as it flies to your nest.
If every syllable
that subtly left
your supple lips
were to land surprisingly
within my soft grip,
I'd nurture them, protect them,
love every second I spent with them.
They would release
the chains of fear
that hold me so tightly.
Id read them nightly so that
the shackles would slip
as I feel the bliss of
those words upon my lips
in the most perfect kiss.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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