Some Words
Tana Silver
[tana.silver@thewritegallery.com]
I pour you on thick, like lotion
I can't get enough of your scent
Your sweat drips down into my valley
My ocean runs to meet your sea
And I call this Harmony
You fall into my soul
Without ever taking a glance
As if you didn't know
That you and I equal Peace
So sweet
Your mellow kisses I taste
Lingering on my salty lips
And oh, I have a word for this too
Happy
Poem © 2001 Tana Silver, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
This poem also appears at www.Poetry.com
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