It is a poem
By mtpoet
It is a poem Tho I write the words, I can take no more credit for a poem than I can make the wind go round & round in a storm I can not hold beauty in form nor make my words into amethyst fingerprints that show up on a woman's body when she stands naked before her own reflection I can not make a thirst for the enchantment that is poetry into a young man thirsting for her skin beneath his fingers never finding enough to quench passion These words can not reveal a woman's secret history nor her desires nor place her heart on the line for all to examine This is a poem for winter that goes over bare mts-- they rise in majesty. In words, the poet walks ever the balance of artistry. Written December 4th, 2001 © on Dec 04 2001 05:05 AM PST, Rudy Thomas 0 • 10
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