The Diary
Posted by
Paul B. Geisert
She burned all my paper,
cracked all my pencils too,
slipped her robe silently to the floor
and begged, "Show me what's inside of you !""Let the poet be a lover,
may sweet rhymes give way to hands.
I need tonight to feel you
in ways words don't understand.
You've written of emotions
in ways few men can do,
but at last this woman needs
to hear your body whisper true." "Come let your kisses fill my pages
search them through and through
until I become the diary
of everything in you
so that when the world looks upon this woman
they will most certainly see
the sweetest imprints of your love
you have written out on me."
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