Posted in Of Writingly

Of Poetry

Comfort me Poesy
You were ever the elusive friend to me.

Let me know you from the heart
Not by it.

From my emotions
Not the analytic.

From the breadth and depth of my soul
Not whimpering, simpering around its edges.

Fill me truly, violently
Your gentle provocations are not enough.

Unmask me, thrill me
Leave me out in the cold
But, filled with all the heat I can take.

You were not made for cold stones
And colder heads
Or to lay cold in HTML.

Fill me with your unassuming passions
And let me set you free
From your affected prisons.


Writer, Blogger, Kate Bush Fanatic

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