Discovered

i drift

in your arms

surrounded by

the armour of passion


i drink the wee hours

from your lips

and smell the smoke of love

upon your flesh


a silky tinge to your laugh

reminding me

of the childhood knowledge

of a kernel

exisiting within me...



which never flourished

for any reason



until your smile
 

Reviews

[The Flawed]

As you my already know I am a fan of your work, but after reading this I just realised a theme that runs through most of your work.
Are you ready for it? Can you smell it coming? Do you have the nose for it? That's right when you are stroking your brushes over the canvas of our minds to paint your pictures, you always describe the fragrance, or the aroma, perhaps that's what makes it so effective.
But what do I know?
Very well done

[Scott]

Thanks for the review on "THE WAY". I agree about the formatting for flow, thanks I might try some editing on that. I have to say this one you wrote flows better and I can tell you have been writing for some time. Very thoughtful touches you put into this one. I found myself feeling moments and memories of past experiences revisiting me, thanks! :)

[bluessadmood]

How I loved the beginning..I drift through your arms,felt so much passion there
I drank the hours and sweet time through your lips,the smell and smoke of love
In everything I touch..you smile give a special taste to life..
how I loved this,your words will resound on many ears for a time here
lovely write..

[R J Askew]

Ach, the smoke of love! Quite a phrase. When the leaf bonfires start in the next few weeks I am SURE your phrase will return to haunt me.