The immortal genius of the heart
reminds us
April is the name of our commitment
as the thorn and the love
opens the pores of our skin
to the fragrance of our poetry
in a night that should be left alone.
Words become revisioned patterns,
the vibrations of air
from puckered lips,
unlike the motions of me
under you
beside you
upon you
upon the verge of
in you.
Reason for writing:
This poem came from the idea that words are only words.
Words express emotion from the mind, while motions take on
a new expression that becomes louder than words and more
powerful. When words lack meaning, then motion takes over.
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