poem 167/365:2014

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silence is the canvas of poetry

i visit her        often

with light treading

lay my head upon her bosom

 

before whispering

my soft words upon her skin

I listen to her heart

 

my words be sewn as seed

in her womb—tattoos upon her skin

silence and I become a single verse

—a universe

 

 

One response to “poem 167/365:2014”

  1. bejamin4 Avatar

    Excellent Glad I had the chance to read this one.

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