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The World Laughs At Poets
By La Belle Rouge


the scent of love, that’s what you are to me
a mixture of spices and sunlight in your hair
moist peppermint kisses on winter-dried lips
fingertips familiar with each secret pathway
in the well traveled terrain of my tingling skin


the world laughs at poets, depths of desire
and heights of passion unknown to most men
language adorned with simile and metaphor
the world mocks what it cannot understand
and belittles the red stain of blood on a page


let them laugh, what does it matter to those
who find solace in sonnets, pleasure in verse?
why should their laughter disturb purveyors
of intimate delights felt only by such mystics
and lovers who hold nothing back of the soul?


the scent of love, sweet flavor of yearning
sated at midnight, that’s what you are to me
a thousand nights, a thousand miles spanned
with wet words conveyed from your tongue
crafting within my mouth the language of love



1/6/2012 La Belle Rouge