FF14 - March 2021

The Caress of Words
By Nolo Segundo
When I read a poem that breathes,
pulses with its own heartbeat,
relentless, compelling in its own desire—
I feel touched as by another, some
unseen hand brushing my hair,
lips as light as air licking the flesh
near my own sojourning heart…
and I return the caress as my hand
glides ever questing o’er the soft and
solid paper, my eyes rolling over the
printed page like a hawk seeking prey,
looking with the desire of the wild
at the naked words, unclothed by any
convention, unsoiled by any deceit.
A good poem is a lover—
a great poem, a great lover,
the kind you never forget.
eric—stock.adobe.com
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