Isn't It Marvelous?A Poem by Coco
Isn't it marvelous the way love stirs the words?
Awakens them until tripping into a frolic they dance lightly down the arm through the fingers and out the tip of my pen. Indelible. Black against white. Or other times resting low and lusty each voluptuous syllable dripping heavy with ripe saturation. Ink on the page. Permanent. Isn't marvelous the way love makes us eternal?
© 2017 Coco |
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