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  • A Message to the Poet

    To fill a page with luster and charm;
    what must it be like to move through life
    collecting all that commands your eye; your heart; your attention.
    Awe, beautiful dreamer... Thanks for making me purr.
    Your raw intentional honesty; what a lovely little package.
    You lift the lid and stare at the contents;
    pretty works of light, diffusers, reflectors and flashes...
    And then the apple;
    such clarity of the tempting fruit that started all the trouble;
    you push open the gate and these vivid pictures form in the mind,
    compressed, yet plotting to break out;
    like that spicy little piece with a twisted twist;
    I'll give her my whole heart; I like sassy;
    I can't quarrel or quibble; I am loving all of her knots.
    This is a tribute to you for having the insight to create
    this thing called love bound only by a piece of paper.
    You string these words like pearls on silk;
    you nestle thought; scatter emotion; set hearts on fire;
    go on, rattle my cage; unkink my chain;
    stoke my fire with that relentless spirit that you wield;
    come on; nibble on my ear and wrap me up in that simmering tenderness.
    You can't help that beauties fall from your fingertips like chocolates from faraway lands;
    deliver them to me I say! I will love them equally.
    This is my hope;
    that I hear only you... so Beautiful.
    You have set a poem on fire;
    I am sorry to stumble to the end.

    Pamela Wilonski
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