December 28, 2017
7:50 pm
7:50 pm
Nina Grace
The sweet taste of berries marinate
in my thoughts like wine
I'm intoxicated with the memory of your voice
mountains melt into water and love has denied me
Visions of you and I
makes my soul cry
day dreams hold me safe
beside this lovely space
I wear you on my skin still
loving you is my pill
my roots were grounded
summer had me surrounded
the wind called me to open the window
fall greeted me like a tornato
kissing you are now a memory
as the taste of berries marinate
in me mind like wine
in my thoughts like wine
I'm intoxicated with the memory of your voice
mountains melt into water and love has denied me
Visions of you and I
makes my soul cry
day dreams hold me safe
beside this lovely space
I wear you on my skin still
loving you is my pill
my roots were grounded
summer had me surrounded
the wind called me to open the window
fall greeted me like a tornato
kissing you are now a memory
as the taste of berries marinate
in me mind like wine
Deborah R Shaw
The Silent Stalker
The Silent Stalker
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