Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
within the pages
in the pages of my poetry book I find you pressed to love poems when I untangle you, you resist I too lie down beside you submerging myself into the pages the press of you into me unleashes my hinges the musty smell of poetry embraces us both I close the book enclosing us, open into you impusively lost in the mazes of the pages