Wednesday, July 13, 2011



What do you read, my lord?
Words, words, words.
Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2

"That was when I learned that words are no good;
that words dont ever fit even what they are trying to say at"
Addie, As I Lay Dying, William Faulkner

this she said to him
a voice filled with passion and desire

do not write me poetry

a woman cannot breath words
a woman cannot dine on couplets
cannot press her lips against a metaphor
cannot wrap her legs around a stanza

cannot lie beside a rhyme to slip into peaceful sleep
paper pales against the lure of sheets shared

your pen is not the thing of my desire

and her words
could have been simply i love you

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