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Do you starve for my words? Do you ache with the need for me to fill your void? Would I weave for you a tapestry of fantasy that you cannot avoid? Do you starve; do you ache? Do I fill you; will you fill me? Thirst for my love; purged, black comes into the light. Be my eyes tonight. The deserts of my mind become your oases. The catacombs of my soul breathe from your pink lungs, as words tempt tongues. Do you starve for this visionary to fill your void? Do I weave my tapestry of fantasy, black peeled away by light? Be my eyes tonight. featured in the February 10, 2010 poetry newsletter: http://www.writing.com/main/newsletters/action/archives/id/3549 This poem is part of a collection available to ebook readers at the link below:
© Copyright 2007 Brian Keith Compton (UN: bkcompton at Writing.Com).
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