~The Texture of My Words Run…~

Filed in Gather Writing Essential by on December 4, 2011 0 Comments






Here where the heart

is still raw and bleeds

where my polished and filed

fingernails are stained

with smokey black ink,

the texture of my words

run like river water tripping

over exposed muddy rocks

I have no desire to control

my rapidly beating carnate pulse

nor the inundation of electrical current

running across the untainted page

as my teeth bite into

the sweet nectar known

as creating poetic threads

which lace their way

back to you

always to you

to bind across your soul

as a token of my love



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I am very passionate, sometimes too impulsive, a lover of life and all that it has to offer.

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