What You Do
all the wonderful things
in your mind
release themselves through
your body
movement
fluidity
your heat
I accept
with a rush of you
all of you
to my head
exploding
sending back
reciprocity
burning me open
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
xmas68’s Poems (12)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Untitled | 0 | 06/13/2016 |
| Wed | 0 | 06/13/2016 |
| Friend of my Soul | 0 | 11/13/2009 |
| Home | 0 | 08/15/2009 |
| Abschied | 0 | 08/15/2009 |
| Mine | 0 | 07/21/2009 |
| random thought | 0 | 07/20/2009 |
| What We Do | 1 | 07/14/2009 |
| 2 of you | 1 | 07/04/2009 |
| 41009 | 1 | 07/04/2009 |
| What You Do | 0 | 06/25/2009 |
| 42209 | 1 | 04/30/2009 |
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