The Web
By Jimita
Your words drew me inside the page Each one plucking a taut string that reverberated to my very core I am dumbstruck at their power, as you beckon to me across the oceans, pulling me inescapably toward the source. These virtual fingers stroke my neck as you whisper softly, yet urgently, your words caress my breast and I silently plead for more Your presence exists only on the page, yet, your breath warm and smelling faintly of cigarettes, your hand slides along my leg You discover the liquid satin center of my soul as I fall into your web of words, gasping, staring dumbfounded at the screen. I succumb helplessly, unconscious, uncaring, the poem wraps me ever tighter in your silken web. I read on, awaiting your promise of rapture.The first of responses to Chris Ingham's Love Letters series....but really, my reaction to reading his work. Written January 19th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 06:30 PM PST 0 • 8
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