Who Will They Touch?
What does a Poet Say when there's nothing to Say? How does She begin to weave syllables that speak her Soul when her Soul is ice, dream rain for the desert of her Mind? What does a Poet Say when there's nothing to Say? What does a Woman Touch, when there's no one to Touch? How does she begin to spin Light for the Man when the Poem falls still, to fuel his Thoughts In their hearth among Stars (She of banked Fires in Darkness)? Who will she Touch? What does He Want for his niche among Stars? A lamb for his Lust? Thoughts in Bloom year round? A lullaby for Truth? How does She Begin? What does a Poet Say when there's nothing to Say? What does He Want? How can They Love, these Two, careened into teetering Warps - The Woman's. The Man's. How can She Say in the Roar of his Silence: I Am. How can HE Know She Is? (So variously lied to - Who Knows if what She Says Is True?) How do They Love? When the Petals that Never Bore Fruit drift down into Whiteness, Who Will They Touch? Written November 6th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 07:38 AM PST, Carole Dudley 0 • 10
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"What does a Poet Say when there's nothing to Say?..."