By Jennifer Eschberger
It’s the kiss from the suns satin lips
Blushing the cheeks of a rare rose
Toasting pink velvety fair skin
With the voice to an ode
It’s the shelter with broken windows
Open doors and snow covered grass
Air pricking vertebrae with ice
With winters lace frozen on glass
It’s the pull of the moons smile
A claiming of the mind and veins
Pulsing through words like honey
A home in the eye of a hurricane
It’s the peak of a mountain top
Capped in liquor running cold
The taste of drunken heartbeats
Driving down a black and white rigid road
It’s the sound of locked burning eyes
A silent crackling of a campfire
The blaze of nature’s wild mysteries
Leaving dreams to drown in desire
It’s the emptiness that surrounds the heart
Taking the breath from labored lungs
Shivering in dark corners of the abyss
Singing a song with dimly lit drums
It’s the July river that flows with cadence
With a hushed breeze of summery hues
Golden glitter somersaulting across dimples
Leaving hints of harmonic honeydew
It’s the presence of a shadowed ghost
Soliciting quiet chills along bones
The absence of colors with words like braille
Touching the innermost parts of stone
It’s the freedom within a moments laugh
A crinkle in perfect form around the eyes
Tender placement of medicated melodies
A sanctuary like nocturnal sunset wine
It’s the dripping of a faucet left alone in a room
Creating stalactites of crystalline phantoms
Where pockets of silence are breathing visions
And promises are kept inside broken lanterns
It’s the bath of bubbles and soothing salts
Washing away thorns and troubled feelings
Silhouettes through steam and dancing clocks
Where time takes its time with healing
It’s the resonance of violins in laughing rain
A lifetime of weather with no forecast
Whispering moments of lukewarm lullabies
It’s the temperature of love in poetic contrast
Copyright© 2021 by Jennifer Eschberger
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