To Kelly

Your words are like 

my lullaby

if my lullaby was Sophie B. Hawkins

wish I was....

They fill me

 with 

a 

warmth 

of hot soup

 on a cold day

or coffee

 in the middle

 of a writing spree

 

your words

 are like 

chinese

 fireworks

that rain

 paper

 lanterns

filled

 with 

musical

 notes

that 

only

 you 

could write

Like the

 feeling of someone

coming up 

behind you

and filling 

you with 

their 

warm embrace

Like season three

when

 they 

finally

 kiss

and their 

lips

are

 the 

only 

thing 

that 

matters

Like those old 

tattered jeans

you would put on

 for modesty's sake

as we would do the crossword in bed

on a rainy sunday morning

that;s what your words are like to me.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

I truly remember that song by Sophie B. Hawkins...I was working at a record store when it came out!! Damn!!

Coming after a day of losing two friends, this truly replenishes my soul...from the hot soup, to the chinese fireworks and the paper lantrens. Last but not least, I adored the crossword in bed on a rainy sunday morning!

What a lovely piece. I am truly flattered...thank you, Terry!

Kelly
xo

[terry smith]

You are most welcome, my friend!! :D I lost them too and wrote about it...got it out of my system.

[Zugzwang]

Awesome. Lay it all out there. I like the serious yet irreverent tone you maintain throughout. And I do hooe she likes it!

[Gee]

Well Terry that is a delight to read...she'll be chuffed as you should be...really well written

[terry smith]

Thank you Gee!I hope she likes it! :)

[Gee]

Not a doubt

[highonwords]

'your words are like chinese fireworks that rain paper lanterns filled with musical notes, that only you could write', this line is beautiful, 'and their lips are the only thing that matters', simple but it shines out of the dark and reveals some good loving, thank you for sharing :)

[terry smith]

Written for a poet friend of mine that raises the temperature of my blood with her words.:)

[Shei]

Catchy piece, different, love the flow. I remember Sophie B. Hawkins. I have one of her old c.d. somewhere :)