words

...few things can inspire more than a loving whisper...

...words...

 

a single spoken word..

the sound of your voice...

was enough to draw my attention...

raise my head from my

self-absorbed introspection

to notice I was not

alone...

 

a single word...

whispered in my ear...

caused the bank of fog that

enveloped me to rise...

give my eyes and soul

a sense of past and future...

not just here...

mired in the present...

caused a smile on my face

that cracked this

mask of clay...

 

the sound of your laugh

brought silver lining to the clouds around me...

brought in the sunlight

and with it...delicious color...

incendiary reds...

lush greens...

exciting yellows…golds...

restive blues...

in lieu of

gray...gray...and more gray...

 

the power in your words...written...

black ink on linen white...

caused my spirit to soar...

my flesh to rise...

creating a hunger in me...

passion...lust...longing...

in my realm of indifference...

metamorphosis...

I am changed...

there is an ache in me

for the things of you...

breathlessness...

that jittery "had way too much coffee" feeling...

a sense of weightlessness...

twenty some-odd stone and I feel

as if my feet

have left the ground...

I rise on an updraft of your free spirit...

the winds of this passion I feel

fill the sails of my soul and

blow me to you...

wherever you are...

 

o...the power of words...

they can build up or tear down...

elate...deflate...consecrate...

imbue love or hate...

or fear...

yours empower...

thrill beyond believing

make me tremble with their beauty...

 

I am strapped in..

getting ready...

anticipating...with glee...

the maelstrom of...

 

...your touch...

Reviews

[just rose.]

my favorite aspect of this poem is the use of color. the colors become another expression of the strong emotions depicted here.