The Birthplace of Your Words

It's about loving, admiring, adoring a person for what they truly are, not necessarily for what they do or say.

 

You speak to me of

Life, love, youth

“Wow” I say clumsily

But the truth is

If you changed the subject to

Cauliflowers or toothpaste

I think I’d still be amazed

What “wows” me is

The birthplace of your words

Beating behind your ribs

Pulsating inside your skull

Vibrating behind your lips

I like heavy words that

Drop to the floor with a thud

They can hold a door open

Like a portal between two worlds

So I can travel through time and space

To another dimension where

I cannot stay

I’m only a visitor

Like a dreamer in his own recurring dream

Like a child rocking back and forth

Till he’s comforted

Till he wakes again to the world outside

With a scream

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

A poem worthy of its title! For whatever is done and said, this person will still to us our hearts have led. What a reassuring bond and relationship. Here's hoping that each soul will in their lifetime find this birthing place within themselves and at least one other. Thanks for sharing. /Frederick.

[emmajoy]

What's unseen is what matters; the exterior is only a facade, perhaps? Until emotions walk through the space between the two and makes merry with reality. Perhaps!

Words to consider. gently laid.