To speak of the color of passions
Would flow through the nerves with a fashion
And elevate the pulse to a beat
Conducive to shivers and heat
While tinges of rainbows seduce
This aura, of moistness... love's juice
Heads would stand out to walk proud
While remarkable eyes cling to clouds
Of hope that reap dreams of wild wonder
As springs of souls peek from down under
The beginning of canvases ...bare
Are showing up colors that dare...
To proclaim two provocative souls
Brought out and taken off "hold".
I love the way you put this, It's exactly what I believe said in a different way, I especially like the last two lines.
Love, Pierre
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 26, 2008
I like the charging out of the gate premise you have here, Susan. Once passion is felt and identified there is nothing . . . Nothing in the worlld like the feeling it cast upon the unwary . . . That passionate flush is worth the horror down the road after the flames of passion turn to cold, dark embers . . . Attaboygirl!!!
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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