Romance with Words


Words play funny on my tongue as I think and roll them out

Dancing on the lips, I confess

Confessions, sweet confessions of mine

Pay heed, and carry a message to the sky

Its a new found love, I know not how to hold it in

Breathing in the essence, I grapple with the object of my affections

Like Shakespeare, do I line up the sonnets?

Praise the cheek, the texture of the skin

Or like Webster, I make love to violence on stage?

Gain pleasure in others’ pain?

My romance is with words, rolling down the tongue

Hoping to call, my one true love, to me.

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