wonder overload

Too Wonderful For Me

 

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I tried to take them in...

 

read them all one after the other...

 

like one page in a book

 

following the next...

 

but they were

 

...too wonderful for me...

 

each of your poems more lovely than the last

 

tearing my soul as each blast of sentiment

 

pulled me in another direction

 

until I was suspended in

 

...my disability...

 

unable to go one way or the next...

 

unable to immerse myself

 

in one or the other...

 

...suspended in soul-numbing confusion...

 

when what I really wanted

 

was to feel the cathartic balm

 

of every sentiment you wrote...

 

...the electric surge of a shared passion...

 

...the searing pain of stolen innocence...

 

...the longing in a desired love...

 

and taste the blood of your shame...

 

...the salt in your tears...

 

...the sweetness of your skin...

 

on my tongue...

 

that your words

 

...like hands...dripping lavender and myrrh...

 

will cradle my heart

 

...as a lover her kindred soul...

 

and linger like the memory

 

...of a first kiss...

 

 

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Reviews

[Ed Hart]

if words could do it, these would be the words, i think

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

like a current of electricity~ the eyes pull in the words~ the mind samples~tastes~ spreads the spice throughout the central nervous system until we are saturated in the writer's word~
books ~ written out souls have such a penetrating quality~ sometimes we're left gasping with overload~