Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2015
Your body is the temple I worship at,
your soul is the river in which I bathe, uncovering of your flowering mind of wondering that delicately hide away. Glistening in it's cave,
your eyes are the windows
that open for me.
Teleporting on a fresh flowing breeze,
one minute I'm earthly plane incarnate and in the next,
out of body celestial sea.
Nicole M Grubbs
Written by
Nicole M Grubbs  Michigan
(Michigan)   
959
   Lior Gavra
Please log in to view and add comments on poems