sparksA Poem by Lydia Shutterit's friday night!artwork by andrew atroshenko catching sparks as they fly through
the air between us i put them on the
lathe of my psyche to form words suddenly my world is
full of syllables made up of sparks i can almost hear them
shouting “me me choose me” as i unlock the door
of my sensuality entering a universe of
not here - - not there with a key molded from
sumptuous syllables of course they exist
only to express so now my words have
written a poem in which to live a place that feels
like truth and reads like a kiss a place i now invite
you to visit with me
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