exposed to you in naked lines
I draw from worlds I’ve not made real
save for the cosmos of my rhymes
a universe of verse revealed
read each word on tender lips
that they find life beyond this mind
the ink-stains on my fingertips
made flesh and blood for you to find
let each sound roll upon your tongue
in syllables imagined kiss
for from these words desire is wrung
in hope’s release, unscripted bliss.
💋
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Honoured
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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How generous, thank you
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This is beyond any word I could conjure. I’m obsessed with this piece.
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So kind, thank you
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Pretty, enigmatic imagery!
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Thank you
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Martin, this is exquisite, absolutely! 🌟
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Such kindness, thank you Isha
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