I turn the page, impatient
Petulant eyes scouring the black on sepia
cursing the seconds lost,
the eyes trying to focus on the new words
aching to make sense
Like a lover seeking consent
May I kiss you once more?
Words leap out at me
demanding attention,
coaxing me to line my mind’s inner shelves
a perfume laying claim to the vacant air
bribing my thoughts to concur
seducing a response from me
leaving me gasping for the right feeling.
A deep ink envelops; unnoticed
Words lay claim to my being
I comply outright; deep-dyed
sinking deep into the well of meaning
Unwilling to flail, float, feel
The ink swallows me;
I feel touched.
No comments:
Post a Comment