clothes

by walterdoege

I ask you…undress me with your words…my soul feels joy…if you write to me…if I can hear your voice…each word of your’s soul undress my body…when I can listen the whispered rhyme…my soul and my body blossoms…when I climb the feet of your poem…I walk till the mountain top…the clothes I wear…is beckon…and after sundown…the ever stars is a beacon to my soul…I hope I can always listen your voice…together…our voices chant beautiful songs…love songs…and we walk in a parade…all lover marching on