Guided Missive Poem by Diana van den Berg
Guided Missive
I seat myself
at my yellow-wooded desk
and let my thoughts seep
into the essence of all you are,
and your thoughts,
into the core of me,
and I smile my adoration
in contentment
not knowing what will birth
and straightways
you envelop my heart and hands
in quiver-song
and, under your treasured caress,
like the colours
that flood a rainbow,
my poems flow.
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