Exhaling of fire

           Just the rolling of loss echoes inside me. No quaking
allowed. Just the softer sighs of memories hold me.

           So gentle is the warmth. The shivers of the quietest
breath. So clear are the sapphires yet drawn is the
sleepiness. So icy they are but radiant is the soul.
Singing high is the spirit.

           Calming is the trail of texture. The fabric of
a ridged pad. Oh so decadent is the whisper that opens
here. So many expressions unfold but lightning strikes.

          The jolts of brilliance defines every sensitive
chord. The flicker of a flame holds dangerous hushings
inside a room. The kindness in one little piece of
smoothness.

            Oh a grand smile settles high over cheekbones and
decorates the glowing paleness. Such a quality of joy,
indeed.

             So cautious is the exhale. The pointed views
are well founded yet molded from layers of putty. Oh
chilling are the efforts but the right way, words can
unwind so much more.

            Question though, is what you ask. A bit of
replay seeks another amazing adventure. So here,
my friend, I hope you to join the sleepiness. Falling
to a depth of relaxing heightened need.

          Enjoy the scenery inside the memory as I will.
Open the curtains and watch the movie as the
subtitles reveal the woven intricacies.

          I smile for the severe need of laughter is
translucent, vibrating throughout my soul. So give way
to a hearty chuckle as the night brings closure to an
allowed exhaling of fire.

          *smirk*