Ransomed 

Kisses painted 
with the whisper of a breath
trickle over skin to lay a moan
between the quiver of parted lips,
in breathstrokes wrapped like satin
‘round an ache laid deep

Traced upon the canvas 
of a life left for forgotten,
they spill across old wounds
that once cut deep,
and reach into the depths 
beyond the yearning
to quench a lingering thirst

And Love awakes the timbre
in a heart once silent,
while passion fans the heat
of glowing embers
and brushes light onto the shadow
of a ransomed soul that dares 
to walk the fiery coals 
with naked feet,
and does not burn.



january 2006






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