Sensual Poem by Amy Marie

Sensual. The poet promptly pins
The delicious word to the paper and
Holds it down with two
Strong but delicate hands.

The word tries to repeat
Its first letter like
A misheard non-native
Speaker of a foreign language.

The word glows
With an invisible
Light around it.
Although carved into the page in black.

The blackness in the ink
Hides behind the poet's shiny mind.
Unseen. Unheard.
Gone like Conformity.