Intuitive Perception

Just a flow of the mind, body and soul on a whim.

I love the way he reads me
If only he can physically touch that way
Maybe he can
Then again, could I be reading in too much?
Something tells me no
He sends soft chills within and throughout
Causing not only the surface, but the depth to move
Release me indeed
His whispers could be subtle
His message in the night, clear
Knowing what it is I feel
And what makes me move
Would he accept what I've tried to hide
I wish to hide no more
Accept the all of me even inside
My fire screams to the night
And he somehow knows

Author's Note

I was not aiming toward any form in particular.

Reviews

[Amit Parmessur]

A poem of this title can be written only by a woman, a talented one :)

[Dream Weaver]

Well the form you were looking for I think you've found it.
This is a softly written piece strong yet vulnerable...
I enjoyed it very much...