away in search of words
To reside within one world
Of creation. Like…
A single sound sends me
Dipping. Needing. Yelling. Yearning.
Have you considered what it means
To be a Writer?
I can spell every way that you
Run your fingers down
My expression. Grip this
Feeling. As if. I might not
Come back to promise,
Temperamental telling. Allow me
To reveal who I am…
To express what keeps me awake.
Are you prepared? Can you
Take the way my body pops?
Do you possibly
Understand my thighs diameter?
Touch beneath my eyes’ depth.
My words.
My existence.