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Jan 2011
You kiss the light in the fragrant air and free its sweet perfume
Looking for a place to spark my colors ever changing
I hear the most beautiful things you say
Wrapped in a warm blanket
My skin consumes

I whisper promises to the clouds up high above the sunlight
Hoping love sends me a storm my eyes can meet
I have not felt this way in forever
Desire given here is sounder
Because it’s right

You tame those places in me where patience is speechless
When I hear you say the most beautiful things
Until I disclose my colors ever changing
Unwrap myself from this blanket
Shining like Venus

You kiss my colors with the iridescence of your own promises
Sending a storm my eyes cannot help but meet
When I hear the beautiful things you say
I want to feel this way forever
To be complete
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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Neva Flores Varga Smith
Written by
Neva Flores Varga Smith  53/F/Rochester NY
(53/F/Rochester NY)   
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   --- and Lily Mae
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