I Write Poetry

A different tone of poem from me.

[b]Girl of Hue[/b]

It starts with a kiss,
a simple meeting in the twilight.
Holding back the urge
to run away from the spotlight.
In swirls of conversation, skin to skin,
I'm diving in, just can't help it.
Grabbing at elation, gaze to gaze,
mind a haze, pray don't end it
When the night is through
let all words fade from these scriptures.
Thanks to the girl of hue
saving me from my indenture.

It flows like a stream,
coalescing fears of two dreamers
poured out like a shot
in a bliss for stars to remember.
What a night enchanted, word by word,
joy implanted and recovered.
They serve as testaments, one by one,
of endearment, newly discovered.
Despite what is true,
what thunder echoes and what rages.
I'm glad that it's you
that brings back meaning to these pages.