Heather Reed Writes
Original poetry by Heather Reed
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Rapture
lips soft
small smile
sweetly
kiss fingers
your mouth
whispers
here
love
any words
are
everything
to set me
smiling
larger as I melt
like smiles in eyes
t
hat see me as
Botticelli may have
your laugh as
beauteous a sound
as the prayer
he made on wood
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