On Writing
It's the writing, not the words.
It's the sensual flow that simmers in my body
And through my fingertips
Or are they formed in my mind
The shape and soul of words
like a lover's touch.
Awakening. Arousing.
Riding a wave of Tantric bliss,
Blessing me as they wend their orgasmic rhythm into this world.
Words. I let them embrace me, slide through me. Take me with them to what's next.
Filling in holes and pouring gold into cracks.
Never ending beginnings.
Scribbles in the dark.
(c) 9/13/2025
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