Prudence

But when I reached behind, I caught a look in your eye. The lust of love was the look in…

Your eyes.

Yet you swim in prudence, so quietly those waves diminish to the soft touch of your voice,

(Calming the sea)

So how is it that you really yearn me??

When I’m the wind against your tree.

Is it not the scars that heals or the scab that covers the pain?

To see the eyes restore from rain,

Examining the thicker portion of a body that feels lost without a tough,

Or the firm yet…

Prudence of a grip that chases the shadow of the printed indent of an affectionate squeeze.

The extract of love that fills the lips to welcome such a kiss….

It was the lust of love in your eye, the one with such bliss.

#FLO #worldpoetryday 3-21-24

~Poetry is the musical note of words~

How do you define poetry?