What shall I write now?
I have lost the power of my words
and given them up for the paper.
You, whose color is blank,
teach me how I can listen to my adored,
like you can listen to the ink of the bored.
So that perhaps she sees that I consume her words,
And fill my blanks with them.
And keep on to them like you have kept mine.
Teach me, you who knows best,
How you have maintained the holiest and the rest?
Teach me, you who knows most,
Your power of showing us what goes,
And what doesn't withhold.
In the Name of The One,
I gave up my blood,
And this thirst of mine to write more,
Continues growing as this life in me roars,
To scavenge for the words,
for painting the picture
my love will one day,
Find and hold.
YOU ARE READING
You Who Knows Best
PoetryThis is a series of love poems written by me. "May we meet where the eye can find its rest, And where our hearts beat for each other, even outside of our breasts."
