I write and write

A Poem by a_methyste

I write and write It is my lust It is my fury But on some days like this I wonder Do they mean anything to you? I read every word and read again I warm with each syllable Until I’m hot and vibrating

I write and write
It is my lust
It is my fury
But on some days like this
I wonder
Do they mean anything to you?

I read every word and read again
I warm with each syllable
Until I’m hot and vibrating
This Summer Sun awakens
My wonder and desire
How can I convey this, are words enough?