if i should collect those impeccable memories of our love & place them in
jar of words & sweet songs,
They would echo like bits of whispers drowning in the gutturals of their
own inaudibility, talia..talia,i miss you
I miss the precocity of our love
oh!its jazziness — my hands reweaving the sinews of your geometries,
slowly, like a seamster, into a nest of ecstasy, into a fortress of orgasm..
talia, sudanese dame of jocular demeanor come listen to my heartbeat
come listen to its songs
come hear it say talia—
i, vin, still loves you, talia
Are you a poet? If you answered yes, that’s good. Do you want to make money with your pen? If you answered yes again, that’s even better.