One of my favorite poems in my upcoming book of poetry, “Mending Darkness, Part One”
Whisperings tendrils
Of caution sign streamers
Smooth over dilapidated construction
Against humility Of hearing that voice
-I know it's presumptuous of me
Every bump
Every bruise
Calls to Its pride, golden orbs
Shimmering Of purple mountains majesty.
Of ombre tones
Healing blue to black
Those cleansing thoughts
Mean no autocorrecting
Words spoken
Over waves of splashing crowds
Sealed with cheek-turned kisses
-A toast to me
My love
May you always have a little salt
Making sweet moments
Even sweeter
~*~
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