#pulled from archives

* a poet *

loving a poet can bring forth

moments of ultimate euphoria,

as well as pain that you feel 

into the depths of your core

poet is the religion and the muse the deity 

for the muse,

you ache, you  please, you desire

while on bended knee

you break

passion consumes

thoughts overflow into words

beauty and pain are seen deeply through the 

mind’s eye,and even more potent

in the depths of the soul

when a poet loves,

every pulse of the heart will cascade

that love will be made immortal 

by the power of words

flesh touched by ink stained hands

making love by the song in which your love created

the melody of words imprinted upon the heart

the lyrics tattooed upon

every inch, every crevasse of the skin

your love becomes a poem

etched under the layers

the memory lingering

long after both hearts depart

your poem is forever aching

under that fine lining burning through

your veins

a poet has a restless heart

say nothing for hours

and never at complete peace

a continuous search within

never completely satisfied

words overflow onto paper

yet there is never a full understanding settled

the mind races, the heart aches

the soul longs

many emotions are never spoken

yet every truth of thought

flows with fluidity through the ink

loving a poet 

is to live constantly on the edge of darkness

but forever, in the light

of beauty

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