can I once be the poem
and not the poet?
will you write me
and will you read me?
your brown hands know
how much I want to see
me in your verses
and let's talk some poetry
the kind of poetry
where you will hold me tight
and mumble poetic mumbo jumbo
whisper into my hair
and I am shivering
shivering and shivering like your breaths
are tiny winds
and I will listen to you
ev
er
y
thi
ng
that you say
but I will kiss your poem
and bathe in your poetic language
and melt like the falling white snow
because I know
it's a spontaneity
it's a force of nature
I will be the nature
and I know
how you will transform me
into a universe
I will smile like I know your secret
when I don't have an idea, a spittle of an idea
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©VioletEden
6thApril2017
YOU ARE READING
Vermillion
PoesieI have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my noteboo...
