Tell me..
Tell me, whisper it
down neck on tongue,
Say it, with your eyes
in silence-
but that I could feel
your words
spun through fingertips,
sliding over shape,
my contours and curves.
Tell me, perhaps with words
or a soliloquy, a soft spoken
sonnet or verse, broken
in beats, meters of 5 and 7.
Teach me of God
and creation
tell me everything-
That I can feel you done,
inside me.
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2017
Tell me, whisper it
down neck on tongue,
Say it, with your eyes
in silence-
but that I could feel
your words
spun through fingertips,
sliding over shape,
my contours and curves.
Tell me, perhaps with words
or a soliloquy, a soft spoken
sonnet or verse, broken
in beats, meters of 5 and 7.
Teach me of God
and creation
tell me everything-
That I can feel you done,
inside me.
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2017
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