Somehow the thought of you . . .
Rushed in with a stark white swiftness that knocked me to my knees,
Praying for a release quick in coming
Somehow the look from you . . .
Is the golden spark that quickly, quietly – ignites,
A scorching match tossed onto dry underbrush
Somehow the heart of you . . .
Peeked out one goldenrod and amethyst sunset,
Between bites of warm peach cobbler and sips of cool sweet mimosa
Somehow the love of you…
Lingered just long enough in creamy reverie
To cause in my soul
an indigo sigh
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Nice, Rai.
Beautiful and very apt imagery.
This is not nice. This is EXQUISITE! Oh my God….the images are crisp and clear “Somehow the thought of you . . .Rushed in with a stark white swiftness that knocked me to my knees”
Wonderfully written!
Thank you all ♥
Love this, beautifully done 🙂