Poetry Is... Poem by Morgan Copeland

A quality of beauty and intensity of emotion.
An apology often looks like this.
Like the kiss on the face of an insult
In an attempt to make it feel beautiful
In an attempt to create love out of a
Despairing hate.
Accidental fates make the perfect
Bait for an apology that holds
A quality of beauty and intensity of emotion.
Love some days taste like this.
A whisper of laughter on a tongue
Passes sweetly, secretly,
Seductively, and
Luckily, we tell sad stories of joyful
Noise that was made in the dark.
Tell your part, and hold her close
You don't tell her what she doesn't want to know.
And she doesn't want to hear
A quality of beauty and intensity of emotion.
A promise sometimes sounds like this.
A caressing song of a breeze
In a hail storm
That keeps your face warm
While your hands are cold
Head tilted in a bow
During a lesson of the bold
And the kiss of an order not to do what
You're told.
It's the depth of a silence
As you listen to
A quality of beauty and intensity of emotion.
Family frequently smells like this.
The tickle of quiet laughter upon the nose
The sweet scent of memorized songs
Laughing out "This is how it goes! "
The rich aroma of a meal that everyone loves
And only a few know.
And sitting close on the couch, the mingling scents of
A quality of beauty and intensity of emotion.
Sex repeatedly feels like this.
A stroke of good nature in a bad room,
The spinning of the air as nothing surrounds you.
Swallowed kissed and bitten moans.
Shouts of sweet whispers on skin left alone.
And then at the height of it all is
A quality of beauty and intensity of emotion.