I Write Poems

The Spell

swirl of tongue
glide of hand
succulent and zest

trace a heartbeat, gentle touch
remove the AiR from breath

dampen
finger tips remove
the fabric from your skin

taste the cauldron
feel the heat
the movements from within

add to breeze
song meadow lark
rhythm of the stream

feel the thunderous
pounding hooves
soothing soul within

delve the pages
sift the book
searching
wonder why?

dance of hands
soft auburn hair
swaying under stars

turn the oil lamp
dampen light
shadows move as one

catching moonlight
in your eyes

feelings have begun