Poetic Rosaries

 

Poetic Rosaries

 

without even knowing it
he etches his verse
upon the pages of my life
and his words become my need
as he moves through my body
tripping each molecule
within me awake
his desires feed my ache


and I long to be the ink
pouring from his pen
the beauty released from his heart
as he paints gallantly
the pages before my eyes


I want to be in his poem
a part of his work of art
inspiration to his
soul’s passion


I want to linger
in the depths
of his inkwell
and dance
fearlessly
throughout
all the chapters
of his novel


I want to be his muse
always and forever
devoted to his mastery


just to be there
laced within the
alphabet that he
so tenderly scribes


etched into
the stanzas that
he so passionately writes


the craving that he
invokes within each
zealous stroke


the reverence that he
respectably holds
for every last syllable
that spills from his quill


I read him again and again
falling deeper into each ardent word
losing myself upon the pages
of his fervent poetry


knowing in my heart
if he etched the words
I long to read before my eyes


I would surrender my soul
upon the alter of his noble pen
his chivalrous heart
and his unfaltering love


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