all poets write erotica; <br />they hug words to their skin, <br />caress them, whisper <br />to them in the sultry dark <br />of tense imagination, <br />picturing the glide, the flow, <br />the catch of breath <br />just so, to underline the point <br />and turn a song into a sizzle <br />while pulses race, eyelashes <br />flutter, as do hearts <br />while flowers droop, <br />clutched tight in nervous hands <br />hoping for a partner. <br />all poets like seduction <br />they throw a catchy title out <br />they write of love or war <br />of gloom and doom <br />and faerie curses <br />breaking mirrors <br />hearts and lives; <br />dropping jewels, here and there, <br />that catch the eye <br />and make you reach for words <br />that burst across the tongue <br />like starlight on a gleaming lake <br />and take you deep <br />into another world <br />a moment in the making <br />that if done right, will capture <br />something in your soul; <br />will stay with you <br />forever.<br /><br />Midnight Clarity<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poet-s-passion/
