BREATHE IT...

The absence of poetry
Leaves me numb
So I spill the words out
As they come
From my mind
Yet I’m blind
To the thoughts I can find
Clearly spelled out for me
So encrypted I can’t possibly
See them.
I just breathe them
Need them in my life
In my day to day
Night to night
Rendezvous
Strong a bond as me and you
You is ink
Bound to my
Palms so pink
Damp from the firm
Clamp on my
Tool.
Of.
Choice.

5-16-09





Just had a moment.



~Stassi X.