by Alison L. Peoples
chameleon character
naïve with wet fingers
that run the gamut of satiable
inferences
a single breath
raging like reckless fire
in a blanket of careless whisper
soft is the sway of dark hair
reaching to the wind
off some gentle breeze,
floating my way:
a backward glance,
a juicy smile;
an underestimated impression.
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Wow that's deep! I didn't know you wrote poetry. I hope you do some more........this is great to meditate on.
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