Words

I want words to dance and stir

long after they’ve been read

I want words which make my toes

curl and awaken the butterflies

within the bottom layer of my depths

I want words which rip

my fucking heart out

and leave the ink bloodlets

dripping down my thighs

I want to feel the conviction

of every syllable -

both the sting and hiss of your truths

I want the dripping passion to kiss the depths

of sensual desire as well as dive deeply

into the felt pain

let me feel your fire

don’t give me butterflies and rainbows

life can hurt like hell and kick your ass

around every corner

fucking bleed

that-

that is poetry

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