Night of Aquarius

It was already swimming in my unconscious,

Stirring in my saliva.

Searching for a route to my finger tips to…

Irrigate life in my pen.

 

Words…

 

They are not the language to be heard in symphonic moans.

They are not the flavour to be tasted;

Flavoured with embracing lips…

Not the lotion of your lover’s sweat.

Not words….

 

No words in the exponential increase in decibels

As heaven’s orgasms become torrential

 

And profuse

 

Even… Stunningly epileptic!

Reviews

[cest la vie]

This piece was offered for my read and how lucky am I..
This is a gorgeous poem.. I am wordless..
simply beautiful in context, delivery, all..

[Jason Henry]

this was a delightful read Schnyder...

[Emily B]

I've been waiting patiently for something new from you! And to log in this morning and find these words about the power of words . . . well, what an amazing way to start my day.