And SHE always rises out of eternity from the foot of my bed.
And like a wraith, SHE slides silently in besides me.
Then SHE whispers in my ear, Thoughts of Love.
SHE kisses me, with Words of Wisdom.
SHE caresses me, with Poetry.
SHE tells me SHE Loves me and will always come back, again and again.
And even though I'm afraid to sleep at night, I always expect HER.
SHE is... my Inspiration
SHE is... where Words come from.
Always.
This next poem is a variation of my poem "Always" which is Syawla spelled backwards.
SYAWLA by Vernon J. Davis Jr.
I call Her Syawla and She visits me every night in my dreams
She surrounds me with Her Breath of Inspiration while clutching my soul with Lustful Passion of Words Moaning Verses of Love humming ecstasy with Her Fingers then She bites me with a Poem
I call Her Syawla and She visits me every night in my dreams... Leaving Her Kiss Inside me
