I want to find
The point of origin
Of silence with you

We can sit together
And I will memorize
Everything about you there

From the cute scrunch
Of your nose when
You smile at me

To your saddening gaze
Which causes this incessant
Tearing of my heart

Without the necessary words
You will be enveloped
In my full admiration

Then I can work
On speaking the words
Another heart wrenching time

Take me on a journey

Whisked away by your poetry

Let me exhale my mind

And be at one with your kind.

Lead me away like the fey

To poetry journalists

And HB specialists

Who like Toreinss Pinwinkle

Sprinkle fairy dust upon words and phrases

Until all who gazes are stunned.

Take me to where sk abdul

ski slopes

Where words formed

With ice cold precision

Fall soft as snowflakes

Forming landscapes in my mind.

My mind wanders with Luiz

Until with an elbow crack, I’m back

Tuned in a spin, by Ryn

Heeding Laurent’s call

Away from the dark places Mr Woods may take me

To be at one with the shadow in the dark,

Because as someone anonymous once said

“it’s sometimes light

but can be dark

as poetry is not

just a walk in the park”.