i make love to words

i make love to words, words make love to me,

stroking the smooth skin of my psyche, caressing the depth of my body,

words speak to me, tells me I'm beautiful, and calls me it's own,

flows and flows to the deep of my soul

filling every nook and alluring cranny until I cry out.

words fill my mouth, speaks through me ecstasy,

and with every

.....sweet.....

.....breath.....

.....I.....

.....breathe.....

i breathe in it's complexity, colors becoming real to me

as gold silver-tipped butterflies fill my space

- words take me there.

at times I come too quickly, my pen sweeping the page

in a race against my mind, yet like lothario words come back for me,

it lays me down and takes it's time

seducing my mind

with succulent phrases and rhymes until my pen is wet again

with beginnings, middles, and ends

- and words take me there

la.moi

feb 23, 2009