...
and I want to write
those dreams
and capture
each fantasy
like frames
of a disturbed mind

I want to sleep
forever
and dream
of things
I do not dare to
make real

breaks
extraordinaire
make tingles linger
through work
until later...

poetry became
reality
words literally
smashed her
and she
transformed

it was poetry
that started it
the revolution
in her

despite their numbers
she never learned
her craft
from
them

I was a ******
before

I met your words
My words were innocent
Unspoiled
Insecure
Before

You forcefully
took me
***** me
With your lyrical might
Of words
Your confidence
In words
impropriety
Through
Words
I am no longer
Who I was

Before

Your words