A touch we took, because each breath we wore, whispered yes, inside the searching. So, we circled all our pride with warmth of reason, so we could keep from hurting.
We both smiled at those clouds of divine truth, spinning backwards as they dispensed. Since an appetite for silence, fueled the moon and stars in this world, as our defense.
One storm caught a kiss we thought had touched the ground of breathtaking rivers to the sea. Yet, neither of us cried out in fear or yearned to fill the empty space, left for free.
Neva Flores Varga Copyright@09/17/18 - Changefulstorm Poetry