The Color of ComfortA Poem by Livana Lowell
Passion washes my world with color
like the iridescent light raining on the trees
and the reds, oranges, and pinks on seas
It seduces my tongue with thyme and ginger
like the hands of a sweet lover
who invites me to dance and taste her lips
but enthralls me with the sway of her hips.
When I look into her glowing eyes
I see fields like oceans and violet skies
with comforting breezes full of redolence
and when I search for the end after my indulgence
and my skin has wrinkled and turned pale
Her fruit-bearing voice will follow me in trail
and I'll see her caressing my arms
lulling me with her youthful charms
© 2017 Livana Lowell
AboutSooo, hello guys! Not much to say about me. I've been a writer since I was in kindergarten. I used to write stories about dinosaurs surviving the meteor (my favorites ones usually lived) because I had.. more..
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