Song of Tao

C. Theodore Walker
When I sit alone at nights,
I think of words.
I think of how they are formed;
Black inks upon
White paper.
Then I imagine that ink
Is my touch
Upon your delicate shoulder.
That these words a bout
Of lovemaking
That we commence upon as
Phrases move up
And down...
Moving in a rhythm of our
Devotion: mines to create words
Yours to read them.
I think of the subtle seductions
I use to clarify, then cloud
Your mind with black words
On white paper.

Published by C. Theodore Walker

San Francisco writer, absintheur and beer/wine/food aficionado who has self-published poetry and published essays in local newspapers. He is at present engaged in writing a short story novella entitled "Crea...  View profile

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  • M. M. Rooni12/8/2009

    beautiful. "Moving in a rhythm of our
    Devotion: mines to create words
    Yours to read them." I like this part the best :)

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