Post Script: NPM: From My Lips to Your Heart (Poem 8)

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My voice is a thunderstorm. The words –

pillars balanced for a millisecond

on the cusp of my lips, waiting

to topple over into your ear.

 

It becomes a tempest coiling

like ensnared vapor in a mirror.

Its pledge binds your heart –

promises of us, everlasting.

 

Now it trembles and quakes

like suppressed magma,

unable to express the seething ecstasy

that beats through my vena

at the thought of you.

Post Script: National Poetry Month 2012: 30 Poems in 30 Days Challenge

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Poem 1: If Only

Poem 2: Squishy

Poem 3: IselaRose

Poem 4: April Spray

Poem 5: I Will Never Hold You

Poem 6: La Petite Mort

Poem 7: Navy Roses

Poem 8: From My Lips to Your Heart

Poem 9:

Poem 10:

Poem 11:

Poem 12

Poem 13:

Poem 14: All the World’s a Stage

Poem 15: Freedom

Poem 16: Rebirth

Poem 17:

Poem 18:

Poem 19:

Poem 20:

Poem 21:

Poem 22:

Poem 23:

Poem 24: Haven

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Poem 27:

Poem 28: He says he loves me

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