Sadness creeps up my spine,
Sneaking up covering my eyes.
Taking my breath.
Stealing my serenity.
Melancholy rains down
I try to shake it off
The drops linger.
Peace just beyond my reach.
Floating out in space without me.
-Tosha Michelle
Tag: poem
Skin Soaked Madness
I know it may sound cliche.
But kiss me in the pouring rain.
Draw me near, my dear.
Whisper my name.
As a divine revelation..
Push me up against the wall
Hands in my hair.
Lips and bodies entwined.
As our hearts beat faster.
The pheromones between us
Stealing our air.
Fervor kisses in the rain.
Connecting the place where
Desire and hope meet.
Sending a message from fingertips
To toes, and straight to our souls.
Droplets falling faster.
As we become enraptured.
Stardust kissed illuminations..
Spirits soaring wild and free.
Getting drenched in skin soaked madness.
Basking in the cloud’s teardrops.
Tenderness and passion raining down.
-Tosha Michelle
Letting Go
Letting Go
Autumn leaves falling off tall stately trees.
Dancing embers in transition, falling
Creating dust like gold full of somber wonders.
The tree has learned the art of letting go.
It is not afraid to stand alone, its branches bare.
It knows and accepts life’s rhythm;
Birds leaving their nest,
Flying away into abstract blue,
Singing their haunting freedom song, like
Psalms of divine inspiration,
They too know the art of letting go.
The tide effortlessly rolling out to sea,
As it caresses the ocean one last time, with its
Crashing waves kissing the sand
Leaving only its foam and
A majestic roar in their wake, as
Nature takes her course,
Mother Earth teaches us the art of letting go.
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