You watched me,
tasted every letter I wrote
and each letter in you
became words

of fondness.

My words
are fire, brimstone and honey,
so hard to swallow.
And yet you let slide
each Alpha to Omega
and digested me
in fullness.

You scare me
with your ability to
know me so.
I am now inside you,

you have me reborn.

From your unravelled tongue you speak the language of scrolls.
Bees are burning,
as am I.
Melting in sealed wax messages,
you have broken me,
awoken me,
to the newness of the alphabet
and all the words I want to give homage to you.

Another beautiful poem, thank you .

A gifted expression extolling adoration for the source.

Haha I kind of read that and imagined it a theater production

There's an idea,have you ever tried writing a short play?

Anyhoo Good date then?

My best friend and I used to write plays, encourage our friends to participate and we would perform them for the school. We were very creative together, she was my right hand woman. I was Captain of the debating team, she was my feisty second. I would win speech competitions and she would come second.
Shame she lives in Perth now

Again, thank you. I appreciate your comments

Thank you.

Yes, he inspires me ...

I know when poetry really resonates with me because
I do a lot of “oh I wish I had come up with that line”, there
are a bunch on those lines in this. I really, really like it!

p.s. I noticed past tense in first stanza, rest in present. I
must just have an eye for that lol.

That is because in the first stanza, I was watched,(past).
The rest is actually the present time.

Thank you your kind words Bastet

Nice poem .

Names or it never happened

Huh? You know I wrote this about you.

Ok Cyrex. This poem is for you and about you xxx

No words? Well I have too many to create. You are in my sphere. Watch out poetry section. I am falling.....