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Oh that you bend into my thoughts
This escapade that never withers
Nor dries upon the ideas of parchment
Roller coasting along the mirthful infringements
Where the edges are precisely designated
As a sorted boundary…but we spill
Onto another canvas of our excitement
As Willowing winds to escape the commodity
Where those straight laced ties and
Sucker buttons lay down
On some sort of surface just to inhale
The largeness that we would never ever do

No not you nor I…we strip down to feel the nakedness
Removing all the buttons
Ripping apart all the seams…
Screwing with the hook and eye..unzipping zips
The freedom of this beauty and we taste it all
Savoring the flavors inside and out..outside and in
Loquacious verbosity
Touching each other with the prowess of our passion
Where the pen is a symbolic gesture
Oh the pantomimes we feel
And we challenge it’s stiffness and fluidity
The roll of our tongues paraphrasing poeticizing
This journey of lovers touch without beckon
Hoarding the words as jewels and envied pearls
Deep from within the sacred place
Where roses grow perfuming evocative troupers

And everyone understands the true meaning of a thorn
Not some sarcastic captious rue…pretending to perfume
Where all poetry is inspired to be fragrantly felt and lived
And even-more-so caressed and shared as the magician’s top hat
Of the mind pulling it’s magic bouquet from the very center
Like a cream puff…if you will
Never once wondering about the white rabbit or the voles in life
For the crowd of onlookers to question or to breath deeper
Inhaling this exquisite offering we deem worthy to be shared

And then you bend my thoughts once more
..making me want to dip into your ink
To stay and taunt the questionable peep holes
…again and again and again since I too am a word hoard…

© Poetry by: Victoria L. McColley