Mar 2012
I am the body
of a poem
that stops
when you drop
the paper
I am not sound
when your lips
quit performing
when your fingertips
start to touch
my inky lips
then am I truly alive.
of a poem
that stops
when you drop
the paper
I am not sound
when your lips
quit performing
when your fingertips
start to touch
my inky lips
then am I truly alive.
