the whispers of coffee <br /> black waves of steam tea candles of light blue and marlboro lights <br /> haze above your skin <br /> in a luminescent perfume <br /> that entreats me to inspire <br /> <br />and as you stand in that transparent scent <br /> dark locks of curls potentially bounce <br /> in alternate realties <br /> where your eyes slyly play behind them <br /> on freckled constellations <br /> <br />the mood colors your nails <br /> lasting in seconds of purposefully fluid motion <br /> scantily holding a red solo <br /> your quiet hands testing patience <br /> of a beating heart <br /> <br />navigation down the indigo seam <br /> classily leads to the sailing winds <br /> where leg ascends leg caressingly <br /> open to imaginative interpretation <br /> where paintings are being painted <br /> <br />alas, <br /> i am intrigued by a girl <br /> who compels me to inspire her <br /> to touch her <br /> to diffuse my passion in subtle looks and gests <br /> love whispers to my heart <br /> daring me to look <br /> fluent in elegance <br /> her allure implores me: <br /> hold me<br /><br />Everest Fox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sailing-lessons/
