Thursday, September 24, 2015

Poems&Pictures: Send a Spark to My Fingertips


I’ll draw lines with my pen until your songs 
send a spark to the tips of my fingers

guiding my pen so that the lines curve
into letters, and letters into words

whisper through me
as if I were a leaf and you were the autumn breeze

ripple through me like a current
course through me like water in a riverbed
thunder through me like a storm

burst through me
like a gust of winter wind, ripping me off my branches

I will spill the language of poetry
into the salty tracks of our pages
and etch it into your bones

and when I put my pen down
let me land softly, but not in your hands
tell me I belonged in your song
In another lifetime