Isn't making poetry
more
like making Love?
Isn't each word
a touch?
Each phrase
a kiss?
Every line
jump
sequence
a pulsing
erotic
curve or limb?
And isn't a poem
really a dance,
so twisted
and lithe?
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
