MAGNIFICENT OBSESSION
Can't turn away
from the feeling.
Insides melt
as a dark chocolate
dream, as a
trickle of ice
down the belly.
Every time you speak
the magnet pulls.
Toes curling,
spine tingling
just like your
warm mouth
touching
the nape of
my neck.
Tell me more
my soul is starving.
Feed me with
the language of
the poet's heart
consumed with life.
Let me roll up in
your quilted words
and phrases.
You weave them
so magnificently!
Thoughts of you
pen in hand
invade my days,
jealousy for the
caress it feels,
jealousy for the
paper upon which
you write...
Can't turn away
from the feeling.
Now I understand their power.
Your words become
my obsession.
K.Tate Jacoby
copyright 1/22/08
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