Monday 3 April 2017

PIERIAN


I saw poetry lurking 
In the depth of your eyes 
Peeping at me 
To bewitch and entice 
Rivers of sparkles 
A cascading song 
Coaxing me to join in 
And sing along 
Caressing my soul 
Like softly falling snow 
Like naughty tickling feathers 
Like a hot suffusing glow 
Words that drench me 
Deep and slow 
You, a shattering crescendo 
And I, your endless encore! 

MS




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