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poetry by lou sid linesman - on life, love & politics
Friday, August 04, 2006
Wotless Words
In the silent schools where I was primed
The touching-words remained out-classed...
And hanging...
At the door...
Only allies to the rules...
Ink spilled from my pen...
Absorbed by page after unsuitable page,
Blotting out all definition…
From my lines,
But
With you,
My words are no weapons...
Nor wool,
To comfort...and confuse,
Nor woo-manual substitutions
For emotions...
To abuse.
To you,
My words are my breath...and then yours...
Thoughts...
Breeding thoughts,
Leasing no space
Lending no excuse...
Leaving love...to make love...
Without lies...
And with
The widened
Rounds...
Of your
Dilated...
And expectant...
Eyes
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
