poetry, Reviews


The following poem was from a good friend of mine from the online forum WritersCafe.org



wordlust – J.W. Philips

each syllable flows across my tongue
tart crisp goldendelicious goodness
filling my mouth with juices
to make my whole self ache
my fingers wriggle, itching to hold a pen,
to create words that equal
what these few have inspired within me

oh to spread them like cream
upon the silken pale hue of my flesh
to soak them in, osmosis-like,
consume them
absorb them
drape them across the curves of my ribs
an inner shield of gorgeous frippery
hung to dry on a clothesline
that had been left unadorned
for far too long


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