Sometimes
when I take your words in my mouth,
and my tongue is lingering over each,
tasting them,
searching for hidden meanings
and untold stories,
careful not to twist them out of shape
or bend them beyond their limits,
I find a world within them for myself,
and get caught in their landscape.Your words wrap me,
caressing me in hidden places,
and entangling my mind.I feel your touch.
—Monique Marquard
I wrote this poem around 2000, but it’s been making a new kind of sense lately.
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