By Matthew Porubsky
I hear snow in your steps and neon in
your voice singing and sighing sensual
resonance scattered sound to visual
landscapes of dream elements that begin
with your rolling tongue trembling silent sin
delicately woven within vocal
vapors freckled and floating casual
caresses reaching from my soul to skin.
With porcelain hands and lips you recite
waterfall whispers and shouts defining
realms of rhythm that exist far above.
Transcendental tones swirl sun and moonlight
in stars and shadows leading to shining
paths of passion and univeral love.
Thanks for taking the time again.
-- Matthew Porubsky is a Lawrence poet. Poet's Showcase features work by area poets. Submit your poetry via e-mail with a subject line of Poet's Showcase to email@example.com or send typewritten submissions to Mindie Paget, 645 N.H., Lawrence 66044, attn: Poet's Showcase.