Dwight Stevers: Poetry – Some Words I Made

	Poetry
	Dwight Stevers

Some Words I Made
In silent moments I've learned how souls can touch. Inhaling you expands me. Come closer. The temple is open, the scent lingers. Once you blessed me. I've heard the chanting. Listen... many more, many more. I crawl on rocks and split my guts and for you I am a light. You seep into cracks and crevices, you seal the letter, I steal the word. God. There is much fire. We burn up. We breathe. We are silent. We make words. We make love. We seep, crawl, split, listen, burn, breathe, and touch souls. And still there is more. The temple is open.

Some Words I Made

In silent moments
I've learned how souls can touch.
Inhaling you expands me.
Come closer.
The temple is open,
the scent lingers.
Once you blessed me.
I've heard the chanting.
Listen...
many more, many more.
I crawl on rocks
and split my guts
and for you I am a light.
You seep into cracks and crevices,
you seal the letter,
I steal the word.
God.
There is much fire.
We burn up.
We breathe.
We are silent.
We make words.
We make love.
We seep, crawl, split, listen,
burn, breathe, and touch souls.
And still there is more.
The temple is open.

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