Shownotes
One Poem Only is a daily poetry podcast offering a quiet moment with a single poem—read aloud, without analysis or noise.
“Words don’t even flow to me anymore”
Lisa Le Guiader
Words don’t even flow to me anymore
I think tiredness got me
The source has gotten stabbed
Strangled I think I’m getting tired
having been let to storm
and bleed it out, pouring this heart soft out
In your arms
On your chest
Now to your touch
I’ll much prefer
evaporate condense away
precipitate a mile away
I’m already boiling inside
Would not need much but meet the fire, your calming touch
to light it all haze out of sight
tear up and down burn it all out
All hot blooded
And cold as ice
I’d float the air, everywhere you aren’t
I’d rain on you I’d rain on you hot
Flashes of light flooding you high
But this ardent sea, whole into me
would do no worse as warm you up
O just enough
Cuddle you up snuggle you in
Wish you sweet dreams
and ease you up
Right into sleep
Kiss you good night
Lull you gently
whole against me
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