Caught in Her Thoughts (No Escape)

D@mn...

 

You just don’t understand

the way her prose affect this man.

 

Her pen sweetly speaks to me.

 

It resonates at my frequency

entraining my brain’s harmonics,

empowering me like tonics –

with her magic elixir of scripture!

 

When I’m reading her,

 

I am with her;

 

We are one…

 

She speaks to me using my tongue;

 

reads to me using my eyes.

 

I hold her pages open like thighs.

Her words inviting my eyes

to dive on in

 

and immerse myself in the skin

of her bindings.

 

Cradling her spine in my palm,

 

I turn her pages and she turns me on

with her imagery

 

painted so vividly

 

I feel like I know her world intimately.

 

As if I’ve felt her secret place.

 

Been within her sacred space

and felt at home.

 

Her poetry leaves my mental faculties blown –

 

its two halves parted surgically…

 

each side bombarded mercilessly

 

with passionate verse

 

- HymnAgen