Is it my fault
There is a extended space and time
Lengthened by rhyme
In which my heart yearns your awakened shadow
Gripping for soothing intentions
That ache i long for
Is it my fault
I recite the hymns
Said to be floating adjacent to life
Interconnecting a single tear to a harsh cry
I die in song
And resemble the rebirthed soul
Is it my fault that i love unconditionally
And just like the flower
Expanded and emptied
Completely parched in all its splendor
Watered carelessly
Soaked in irrelevancy
Waiting
To be plucked
Inhaled
And adored
©Vernette Harris
Thoughts soulfully beautiful captured in a soul's beauty released by a beautiful soul
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Sunday, February 2, 2014
My Heart Resides in Brooklyn
I step in a crooked stone fashion, lying in linear direction...kissing gravity atomically, beyond my dimensions grabbing your affection. Fingers tip toeing vertically, hipster, I gyrate sensually to split screen images of head shots, nursing shots awaiting your liquors I suppose.
© 2014 VernetteHarris
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