Not sure about the quota
the stats
for the day
but I cannot switch it off.
My Reader says,
I read you breathlessly
eager to ingest
every word
like hard liquor
burning my insides.
(And here I thought
I was nothing special
full of self-doubt
and betrayal).
Do I excite you? In what way?
To hold me close
to smell my skin
to part my legs
and feel me from within?
I know about the phases.
I read Neruda’s sonnets
the morning, the afternoon, the evening
and I feel his currents
sweep me into his waves
that crash against my body.
I’m truly a romantic fool
yet so alive
with wonder
like a little girl
lost in a shopping mall.
When I see the wicked words
I want to bathe naked in them.
Can you imagine such a scene?
Shredded paper in the floating water.
I am sure you would comply
if I ask such strange requests.
You open up my soul
these words
come out like waterfall
with no self-control
no edits.
I stop washing dishes
forget to eat
all to get this cough of words
stuck in my throat
to you,
whether you read me or not
others need it too.
Now I get stopped in the street
my identity no longer hushed
I love your poems
I read them every day
Please keep them coming
so this one is for you, my Reader
the ones that connect
the dotted lines
into their very own
heartbeat.
If you write it, they will come….
LikeLiked by 1 person
Smiling. Thanks.
LikeLike
You are welcome. This was a great piece.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Curtsy.
LikeLike
lovely words, they pulled me along, in a rush, into an insight inside of you.
thank you for sharing them *hugs*
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s so kind of you to say, thanks always for reading as well. I appreciate it. Truly.
LikeLike
very smooth,direct and with passion and feeling
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLike