Some poem's have to be nursed and cajoled to take shape. Some come forth real easy, like they have will of their own ... This one flowed easy, and I rather like the tempo it has in it's reading - reflects the tempo of it's writing.
Language of Love ...
this poem doesnt have to do with me
This poem was written as a response to a poem by Lisa Hilliard. You can read it at: http://www.postpoems.com/cgi-bin/displaypoem.cgi?pid=37370
