there is something about
letters sitting side by side
that reflects me and you.
i wanna bury my cheek
on the slanted scribbles
and play with them slowly
to the end of the piece.
the energy that pulsates from it
enchants me, just like
the force of you and me.
i wanna press my palms
against the phrases
and make them part
of my destiny.
poetry has always reminded me of you
or you have always been in poems.
it is not always about love
or the stillness of the steady rain.
written words
robbed of music
and you.
let me read you
sing you
speak of you.
happy third, ciggy.
love is what is left at the end of the day.
From: melbourne, victoria, Australia
About me: i'm a wanderlust and a warrior of life. i have hordes of nomads and soldiers waiting to wander this sometimes barren and sometimes lush landscape of my head. i send them forth. they are my words. my weapon of choice: purple prose
posted by lei at 12:04 PM