I sense your brandishing,
the Gift that makes me sing
from places I'm not vocal,
and so loud,
the focal
point inside me becomes
you
as I inhale your hues,
shades, aura
and flavor
my blame is my savior....
yes, I will keep this gift
I'll sell my soul to drift
by your sweet brandishing . . .
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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An awe inspiring write.