If I could truly
put down on paper,
with a pen clutched in my fist,
the ink marking out the notes
of what would really be
exactly what I feel,
exactly how you make me feel,
just exactly the right
concoction, the right witches brew
so that you really knew
the magic you wrap around me,
the way I hear a piano playing
when you are speaking,
the music-notes dropping on my ears
and dripping down into my mind
like a cool water
that starts to flow behind my eyes
and I start to see visions..

If I could really write that down
maybe I wouldnt,
because paper and pen can be so obvious
can be so tawdry
can be so
terribly
rusty and inedible...

and even this does not really say what I mean.

09/05/2008

Posted on 09/05/2008
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