Dress Me In Yellow And . . .

Dress Me In Yellow And . . .

. . . call me sometime,
‘cause without you I’m lost
to rhyme
pounding pulses along
these lines,
wondering how such epic
sound comes from only one.

Dress me in the yellow of

Centerspeak

melting awe
melding all
we feel
into this something more real,
more touch-word spoken.

Not that yellow so oft broken
down and sighing
resignation.
Come on, courage me that song,
the flowing dance along
golden sun shining
ruthless shameless

caressing grace, giving face
to what we are.

jrkryptic

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