Feed me the sweet nectar of your words
Quench the thirst of my soul with your thought
Steal my heart withe gentile breeze of your feelings
Shelter my body with the tender skin of your emotions
Wake me from my slumber with your hunger
Help me be who i am with nothing but the soft spoken words you weave so well
Show me your truth that i may find my own
Love me for who i am so that i may love you as i already do
do as you do in the amazingly natural way you do them
Redefine the reason of life in my book
Give the hope and confidence only you give
Light the tunnel not only at the end but fully
Rain on the fields so that i may blossom
Be the ray of sunshine that melts the ice
Be that falling star so that my wishes will already be true
Dust off your armor so that you will always be my knight
Do as you do in the amazingly natural way you do them
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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