I wander through her word-landscapes,
picking up bits & pieces,
ravishing her spirit
as I go along intrepid.
Baby love and all that stuff
walks with me.
I imagine her kisses,
her fragrance of sunshine.
I see gentleness,
a real tenderness in
her bleeding,
her angst scrawled on the the walls
of my jagged heart,
beating for her attention,
I remain devoted
reading her.