a series of steps spent just to make it here
double click on the internet to your stage
I mouse over, scrolling hungrily through stanzas and phrase
you write like a dimly lit lounge filled with life size wine glasses and goblets, perfectly pouring your poetry into them with milky molasses, brown and purple
I drink it down in one breath
please, may I have some more?
Oh, I am thirsty for your words
poems like butter set too close to the stove, soft, spewing sweetness onto thick pieces of french toasted raisin bread
I devour your words, my midnight snack, savoring the sugary cinnamon, and the spices
I am never full
mirroring the moon, heavy eyelids beckon to bed, I close up the laptop and pile into pillows
your poems stay with me
I wrap myself in your words, spin my skin into their warmth like a heated blanket spread out flat, rolling over and over, cocooning my body up
this is how safe must feel when it's dangerous out
this is how love must feel when it's falling
this is how God must feel when it's prayer, poetry
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