Simple Words

The approaching storm paints 
oriented to unknown heavens;
a painting without frame,
deep in shaded mists
as I crave 
a warm summer moon

Longings stir 
As ebony meets indigo 
In liquid melt
Raining on the sea.
Sipping from the fountain of you, 
your current floods me
I thirst for more as it pours
breathless whispers of desire on lips,
simple words 
of beautiful release.

Place your hand upon my heart
where I starve for your crave;
feel my poetry tumble 
within recesses deep.




Words by:
Metalcove
Ottermonkey
wolfspiritshadow
passionaterider
scorpfemale
snapper1313

Arranged by 
Janet Reid
february 2006