Sobs in muted anger
Free me from the tongues of ordinary
Tripping lightly on foreign soil
Chained by a loyal jailer
Words in walls confined
Never bringing climax to body or soul
Fulfillment overflows my body
Trickling beads of uncertainty
Scattered across my stilled tongue
Bring wings to my heart
The truest musician of prose
My desires are your playground
With melodious whispers of promise
The child in my shadows weep
Awakened by hidden flames
Nudged and provoking erosions
The verse struggles to be released
Begging for confession
A heart without knowledge seeks
What the soul has understood
Mold my spirit and set it free
Weave unto my spiritual self
Blindly following with trusting steps
Fill my soul with whispered enticements
Stroke my need for utterance
From a primal desire newly discovered
Inhaling deeply scents of submission
Only when soul and body entwine
Passion spews forth
Released unyielding emotions
Flickering embers of afterglow
Illuminates my contentment
Debbie Dodson
April 16, 2000
