The love poems <br />in my note book <br /> <br />creep from page <br />(at night) to page <br /> <br />no longer beholden <br />to me. <br /> <br />They visit <br />each other <br /> <br />have secret <br />love affairs <br /> <br />(well, they are love poems...after all) <br /> <br />Poems elope <br />let down a rope <br />of words <br /> <br />escape the confines <br />of their particular page <br /> <br />being of one mind <br />longing to be individual. <br /> <br />Poems 6
