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His Words Choke Me
He is an enflamed soul
Burning like drinking gasoline
A vibe so strong
I feel it from across the seas
I find myself enthralled
Drinking in every word
Every scribble I imagine to be
Singed inscriptions
Marking each page I turn
I long to read his soul
As if he were a book
With glued together chapters
To pry open and behold
But the curious child inside
Is silenced by the ravenous harlot
Wondering of less sacred things
Not the soul
But the carnal pleasures
Of flesh and sweat
To feel the marks
Of his fury upon me
With the same wrath
And passion
He pens into his words
If his words were a person
And that person is him
Then I would be his whore
Even if only for one night
But I would
Burning like drinking gasoline
A vibe so strong
I feel it from across the seas
I find myself enthralled
Drinking in every word
Every scribble I imagine to be
Singed inscriptions
Marking each page I turn
I long to read his soul
As if he were a book
With glued together chapters
To pry open and behold
But the curious child inside
Is silenced by the ravenous harlot
Wondering of less sacred things
Not the soul
But the carnal pleasures
Of flesh and sweat
To feel the marks
Of his fury upon me
With the same wrath
And passion
He pens into his words
If his words were a person
And that person is him
Then I would be his whore
Even if only for one night
But I would
Published 20th May 2015
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21st May 2015 1:35pm
This poem is rich with the kind of imagery I so enjoy. You did an excellent job of adding just the right amount of heat. Very will done!
22nd May 2015 2:55am
4th Jul 2015 00:56am
You paint a picture of a poet with fire pouring from the tip of his pen, intravenously connected to his heart. What writer would not desire to make such a connection to your soul? Beautifully expressed! JJ
4th Jul 2015 1:25am
Many poets here have done just that... Makes me all warm and fuzzy inside thinking about it... For lack of a better term.
Thank ya!:)
Thank ya!:)
