Wednesday, April 17, 2024

longing

steal them all - 
they are not yours 

they are words created by me. 

etched by me, dribbled out by me 

steal them all - i'll make more 

if you ever stop and think 

then create - no more 

taking what is not yours 

like a man who sleeps with another who is not his 
like a woman who sleeps with another who is not hers 

we each have been with 

words and without - we each 

have stolen what is not ours 

so no more stealing. sit in your silence and write 

the words will come - the scent 
will reach you and from each finger 
letters will flow - a simple task 

found in silence