spark



Whole worlds spring from just one touch – – set in motion, spinning ‘round;
just your skin,
no sight or sound;

These hard to hide
infectious tides
of feeling
swelling
deep inside;

the faded color surging back,
the vibrant rising from the black;
as inspiration leaves your lips,
and all the world begins with this.

by howard

November 26th, 2003

Posted in poetry




   
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