She was smoke in the trees.Found me in the ashes of the chaos. Swept the dust from my broken body. Gave me a reason to breathe again. She was the light that illuminated my path. She was a whisper in the forest, that only I could hear. Brought me back to life as only aContinue reading “Smoke”
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Shook
Tasting you has my life shook. The smell of you. The warmth of your skin on mine. The hold you have over me, From the power of your eyes, To the tender touch of your hand. You bring fire to my soul. A deep fascination for my unworthy heart. I’m in need of a fix.Continue reading “Shook”
Manic
When I’m manic, I feel like I’m at my most honest. My most creative self. My feelings are raw. My mind is open. With a thousand different images floating around. Too hard to pin down. They whiz through my brain, Like errant wispy clouds. Disappearing and reappearing just as quickly. It’s not always this way.Continue reading “Manic”
Kim V. Poetry 