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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Valéry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe


Words Alone
2003-11-08 - 11:48 p.m.

I watch the words play across the screen

I feel them deep inside my bones

Anxious am I, to see and be seen

But they were only words alone.

I feel the flutter of a thousand butterfly wings

I feel the heat seep down my body

Nervous am I, to have this fling

I, for once, want to be naughty.

You tease, I please, you talk too much

I hear you have a wonderful touch..

I for one, will probably never know

Because you speak in words alone.

I wish I had the pleasure

To see your face in the throes

Of passion, to hear you moan

But that can never be

For you speak in words alone.

raw || truth
Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave