Books by Shirley Beauty Houston
Running my fingers across the words he's written, I am infused with the essence of his soul
My hands caress the parchement/
where your words breathe/
with lambent crystals of reflective light/
sultry sensations like currents to course powerfully through my being/
and I am swirling/
caught up in a vortex/
surrounded by a kaleidoscope of colors/
that they make rain/
from my eyes/
transcribed emotions rise/
the pores of my fingertips/
infusing my soul/
with your love/
joys and sorrows/
I ingest all of you/
and we are becoming/
in the continuum/
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|Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
|Lovely conveyance of the powerful effect of words originating from a certain person. I like that you retain your line form ends. They are signature. Thanks for posting this for us to experience. ~~ Diana|
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|An emotional beauty~|
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
Lambent crystals soothing and oh, ever so the pleasures.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|You have a sensual way with words right at your fingertips. Still enjoying long after the fingertips are gone.
|Reviewed by pat medlin
|smooth as silk shirley...words that breathe|
|Reviewed by D. Vegas
|First a WOW entered my mind and then Incredible
came by, followed by Alluring...Enjoyed, Shirley
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Ah, Shirley, when I see your name in my mail box I smile, because I know I am in for a treat, and today is a special treat, indeed. Written letters are almost a thing of the past. I wrote a few love letters last year to a dear one. They weren't written with quill on parchment paper, but with a No. 2 lead pencil on lined paper, but as I was writing the letters I fell like I was doing something special, and she responded with the same enthusiasm. This poem brings back my feelings as I writer those letters last year. Ah, we're back to emailing again, but the letters stay in the back of my mind.|