Living on Words

I am a votary of words
My vows were taken
At seven
My first poem in my mother tongue
Was a dedication
To dad
And cheered on by them
Bit by bit
I wrote
On my country
And countryside
Nature in bliss
And storm
Then I grew up and discovered
Love.
I realized
Here's the tough part
Love can be felt
Received returned
Or it can become
A vow of silence
The tongue sentenced exiled banished denied utterance
The words amazed amused
And scoffing at such prudent restraint
I took new vows
Fell in love again
Not with men
But you
My friend my own brain
I am a lover a listener
Of word streams
Rushing through my heart and cascading veins arteries cells
And throbbing thumping
Trumpeting the existence
Of you
Reincarnate
As word being
celtic druid  vedic mantra
Vesicle inside my cells
Store of tears potent love fluid

Now mysterious love
I have  lived you inside out
And I have nothing to fear
Outside
Your presence or your absence
the same difference
A fellowship of words
Guard your name
And I can twirl the ring upon my little finger
And fetch you up
And your guarded gilded mysteries
They're such tender realities
Such dazzling possibilities
That even you have
never dreamt of.
Missing you was never possible
My love your very being absorbed into my life my bloodstream
Each drop of it is pure word
Sanctified by your touch.

And when you come to me
Words
You woo me with caresses
I am both your beloved courted and your devoted courtesan

I feel more stirred more touched more
Moved beyond cultured love games
I Become poetess
Tracing infallible prophesies
Poems on the poet inside this
Of blind prophetess
My voice
Silent
But
my words a serenade..

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