Jasmine scented hints of love fill the spaces between the beats. Baby blue skies filling with summers heat as golden sparkles spill across my skin
do you hear when my soul sings?
Pearlescent wonder in the letters that form words as they are scribbled to the page, as my spirit and my soul shamelessly engage. Do you feel that illicit rage?
Soft subtle vanilla smoothing my soul as whispered thoughts that I should know caress the contours of my heart, that once was cold. Do you hear the way it beats a story not yet told?
The glittering sparkle of a sunrise that draws love across the bare skin. The warmth and hinted promises of treasure to bring. Passion so deep it shimmers, do you see it reflecting?
Karen Hayward ©2016