I write and write
It is my lust
It is my fury
But on some days like this
I wonder
Do they mean anything to you?
I read every word and read again
I warm with each syllable
Until I’m hot and vibrating
This Summer Sun awakens
My wonder and desire
How can I convey this, are words enough?
Collaboration Amethyste & Jim Musics
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Comments3
Stop wasting time with poetry !
If you say so mister.
A poem that asks that question of whether words can communicate what resides inside. How can small marks on a page convey what lies inside. Insightful and well written.
Thank you.
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