Wednesday, November 02, 2005

YOU HAUNT ME

I read your words and they shake the ground beneath me
awestruck, mesmerized, ravaged by your rustic soliloquy
the thought, the sense, the poignancy mirrors my own
I'd stop a while and catch my breath, or I am blown

how could you know the words I long to read
like knowing how the acorn would grow from the seed
how could you let your pen traverse every line
like a hand that knows my body, every mound to climb

I drink of your phrases like I would a passion fruit
intoxication rising as every verse takes root
curse to the damned at the turn of the final page
I am riled that you rushed me to a halt, my lyrical sage

thereto and hereto, in circles but nowhere to
lost and in search for words sprung from you
dance with me again, romance me in my bed
shall I be loved and caressed
shall I lie wating and haunted

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are all I have...
no big bucks,
no mansions,
no pillars of gold
come the day when I'm too tired and too old
I'd like you to say of me, "she wrote".

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