A Blank Page
I lay before you Like the soft parchment Upon which you write A blank page awaiting your prose Touch upon my lips With your tender words Let your verse caress My most secret of places The rhythmic flow of your poetry Engulfing my body and soul Metre ever increasing in tempo Til the breathless end I lay before you Like the soft parchment Upon which you write A paged filled with your beauty Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 01:48 AM PST 0 • 8
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"I lay before you..."