Sunday, March 22, 2015


It is what your words did to me.
You poet, you spoke to my heart.
You spoke to my spirit.

Can they blame me?
Every word from you mouth
Was a peak of pleasure
I am moaning and surrendering,
with every sentence.

You poet, you didn't have to be here
in flesh, bone, blood or spirit
They're all here
Slowly swiveling into reality
as we talk
Your face materializes before me
and I follow
with my passion,
becoming one with your glory

You find me on my knees,
as you talk me into submission.