from the womb of acknowledgement

from the womb of acknowledgement

placid fornication, words

form together like spliced bodies

making love, making lines

making intimate themes

and rhymes

abed in abetting 

among

sheets of linen 

of linear lines

of belief

of structure

procreating in response to sounds

of life

heart beats

heartbeats

reproducing poems

from infinite kisses of the keys

it's never just a flirtation

but an affiliation

with an excitation

reconciliation

with a muse 

we just can't refuse---

erin-cilberto

2/11/17

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A whimsical look at writers and there muses.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Dale.

j.

[James]

There is something very intimate about writing, especially when it flows naturally, but when it's forced it is a bit like fornicating (we just aren't supposed to do it but can't help it.)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ah yes, true...thank you for your insights, James.
j.