My velvet brush dips deep and lingers there
in the warm inkwell of your endless desire
the ink of passion flows for me tonight
so I may show you how It feels my muse
to be so truly needed by an ardent lover
I hunger to write poems of love's power
upon the warm supple parchment of your skin
secret words that only you can comprehend
till my brush runs dry and I return to dip again
in ink made by god for the calligraphy of desire
(C) Jheric A. Saracho
April 27, 2005
Track No. 20 of Ora Poetika, a recording of poetry readings released by Pinoypoets. Available June 28 @ Conspiracy Garden Cafe.
I never think of the future - it comes soon enough. - Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)
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