Intimations of intuition
Liberally surface.
Faith and I
Are on speaking terms.
Ekstasis wraps its arms
Around me and eases
Into my body.
I seem transmuted.
Come Here by Kath Bloom
Is mentally playing;
She sings of love,
And even though I have no lover,
It still soothes me
Like the generous breeze,
And uplifts me
Like Sol's glimmering solace.
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
Originally written 1/15/14
Revised in 2014
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
Intimations of intuition
Liberally surface.
Faith and I
Are on speaking terms.
Ekstasis wraps its arms
Around me and eases
Into my body.
I seem transmuted.
Come Here by Kath Bloom
Is mentally playing;
She sings of love,
And even though I have no lover,
It still soothes me
Like the generous breeze,
And uplifts me
Like Sol's glimmering solace.
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
Originally written 1/15/14
Revised in 2014
Request permission to use this poem