The tattoos of sages
pierce our eyes
with delirious beauty,
painting the savage grace
of love upon the skin
of our aching hearts.
They dance words naked
with joyous wonder dripping,
whispering music
into the depths
of our ravaged souls,
listening to the echoes
with awe emanating
from their ferocious lips,
flames sparking imagination,
hypnotizing us
with embered voices.
The coffeehouses reek
of their grandeur ~
fingers snapping,
hips swaying poetry
into existence,
epic odes
of ethereal delight.
Their audience sighs
with rapturous gazes gleaming,
wrapping them
in majestic garments,
rebellious royalty
gladly glimpsing
the sacred embrace
of night...
~ November 18, 2006
7:00 p.m.










Well, it's only fair, Scribe, since you consistently rock mine...
I am always so pleased with your words, Sweetness...'specially when you shine Light on a subject near & dear to my Heart...like po'try...
Thank you for the depths of your voice, Rob...



spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...

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