Dreamy
Dominate my dreams
Fill my open mind and mouth
Dance upon my lips
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Dream Girl
Tiny ruby lips
Perfect for a night time kiss
Dissolved with the sun
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Haircut
Not one out of place
Coif that sets my heart ablaze
Lips part and moisten
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Lust
A burst of passion
Sounds and colors meld and swirl
Coming up for air
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Calypso
Sweeping sonic hues
Pikake and hibiscus
Steel drums dance a tune
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Love Note
Voice of a siren
A picture of perfection
Song of destruction
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Silence
Tremors taking hold
White noise inundates my soul
Laughing in my face
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Listen
My unbridled joy
Soar to unparalleled height
Letting sound ebb through
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Banter
Miss your lilting voice
My only sparring partner
I’m always en Garde
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Trigger
Words can’t be unsaid
Unlocked drawers, pulled files, names read
Your voice is the key
Unpack what’s stapled and stacked
Locked vaulted ephemera
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Voice of My Heart
Cutting heartfelt quip
Bright melodic laughing fit
Singing or speaking
In lyrical honesty
Heart-melting humanity
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Universal Language
The gulf between us
Penetrated by your voice
Rousing my body
We have no conversation
Each anticipating needs
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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