pure mind/ cyberspaceA Poem by RuseInexI've fallen in love, infatuated with the thought of you the wonder and curiousness of your aura of intellect your mind, the scent of your personhood who you are, might be and then i choose to be blind, never your face to see such a delight to only hear your voice by words only the written text that emanates from you to me these words are your form, ethereal pure and sweet i taste of your soul by mine in transcendence, the thoughts you send are spirit i find you beautiful, i know by your words each word you script strikes a chord like an octave your notes resound, within my being made alive I've fallen in love, infatuated with the thought of you the wonder and curiousness of your aura of intellect i've fallen in love with your resonance the pitch of your words inflects upon my imagination i've fallen in love with the physical words you've formed whether soft or hard, or in between or not the colors of your eyes and hair, your physical form makes no matter i've chosen self blindness, pure thought intercedes, matter recedes i hear your voice when i read your words though i've never heard your speech i've chosen to be dumb and mute, i hear your voice in my heart by the words you script, your speech is sweet and soft as a tone of love like a lover's laugh a lover's croon, here i am I've fallen in love, infatuated with the thought of you the wonder and curiousness of your aura of intellect here we are lovers who'll never meet in bodily form lovers of the power of writing's magic content to know by mind, a higher plane content to write back and forth, to stay in tune through cyberspace and words I've fallen in love, infatuated with the thought of you © 2016 RuseInex |
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1 Review Added on December 8, 2016 Last Updated on December 10, 2016 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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