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And an African Violet
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Te Amo (Love, Love) He endeavors to become your words
takes them
folds them into His body
where they'll grow if it rains
and when it suns:
green twisting ivy will sashay its way up and around the veins in His arms
dragon snaps will breathe sincere blazes behind His enamoured dark eyes
and an African violet will catch in His throat so the fragrant breath of his speech immerses you in a place you thought you'd forgotten some eternal months ago
He'll take root in you
you're gone
as you water that garden
that pushed up and catches dew
on a sunshower, daydreamers' afternoon
where once, only words grew
i think i've run out of things to say for all your poems...because they're all so awesome, and i don't have any other words for them. i love when people use things like twisting or growing or becoming apart of something in their poems...do you know what i mean? i just think it's so beauitful. poetry is such an emotional thing for me.. i just want to close my eyes and let it become a part of me. that might sound weird, but i'm sure you know what i'm sayin. but anyway, this is one of those that kind of leaves your body in the chair and runs away with your thoughts... waaaaay far away. like a dream. i'm such a dreamer...lol i told my mom last night that i want to live in fairy land. hehe yes i'm a weirdo =)
~brittany
awsome poem i love it
great writing keep it up !