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You Have Made Me What I Am (An Ode To Words)



You Have Made Me What I Am (An Ode To Words)
By mslacuna on 02/15/2009
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Praise be!
That words slip past my defiant tongue
and onto to the disregarded hollows of dead trees.
Oh voice of my youth and young loins,
do you remember my pleas and promises?
Do you remember how you came to me when others forsook my reality?
Oh words,
my sweet and everlasting passion.
How agony thrives in my bones when you are not with me.
How ardor is looped on my hearts'' strings
and pressed to play again and again.

My words,
my lovely stupendous words.
You astound my being and stagger my brain,
filled with your gifts of glory and majesty.
Such pleasure could not be more deftly fashioned.
Such worked up fingers could not be more boldly crafted.
Words.
Words.
Words.
You are the sun that smiles at my back
and the moon that seeks my gaze.
You are the kiss that grazes my lips
and the sex that makes me crazed.

Oh such pure simplicity you are.
A stately and humble thing.
Your reasons are mine for living.
Your breadth is mine for this scope of death,
if I cannot have you wholly,
if I cannot reach you without exception.
If I cannot have your luster and bathe in the waters,
then giving would have no reason,
and loving would merely be double-dealing.
So simply said,
be at my side at all times.

Take me and shape my hands both ways.
I have shed the cocoon of doubt
and am with you on this swell.
This wave of joy and melodic harmony.
Oh words,
why must you do this to me?
Why must you fill my crevasses with fealty
and the vow of ability?
It is no matter of mine.
As long as you stay at my side,
you shall always have me pine.
My words.
My life.
This hunger....

~My Pen will be the brand that grieves the paper, as its skin is made to suffer~

© By mslacuna On 2/15/2009 2:41:51 AM
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