![]() WordsA Poem by Cheryl J. TurnerAs he strums the guitar As he beats at his drums The poetry spills It rolls off his tongue His words curl around me Cradled in arms Spinning webs of devotion Until they surround The music is in me He's playing my beat His layers of velvet, lay at my feet I open my mouth Out falls a verse Our poetry is dancing No need to converse As deep as the ocean As open as a book Words of devotion And one tender look © 2010 Cheryl J. TurnerFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on April 2, 2010 Last Updated on April 2, 2010 Author![]() Cheryl J. TurnerEdinburgh, Midlothian, United KingdomAboutI am a self confessed hopeless romantic and hold not a shred of remorse for it. I love the idea of love. Writing, for me, is a release of emotion and a tool of expression. 'The aim of life is se.. more..Writing
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