I want simply to get inside the words within the words
the saint’s velvet garbs say nothing of the saints themselves
speak to me not of shelves or bindings where words lay
but read me that first line that caught you with your breath held right there, quivering in your throat
tell me how it knew you deeper than any man or woman could ever know
how with a few strokes it could leave you raw, naked and yet, so wholly understood
Tell me how you live for these moments
Where poem meets reader and melds into the warm inviting, buttery lips of that world
there, held timeless in a sea of remembering what we thought had been lost
and, we as humans, forever held between this world and that
©heartsdeesire
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