visceral

each line traced
perchance there is hidden meaning

every word absorbed
through the skin
running in the veins toward the heart

silent space
breathed in
as if to make up for absence
of quietude in this realm

curves and corners of every letter
pored over
as though searching for the unwritten

and then the yearning,
to make the verses visceral
to touch the hand that holds the pen
to kiss the lips speaking each word
and to caress the scar in the soul
from which the beauty pours

~~~

written for a to z challenge. my theme: “senses”

© annie scribes 2017
all rights reserved

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