Words are the sex of language.
Lingering, rolling, lengthy, and sprawling
on sheets of fine parchment;
crisp linen to our ears.
Sounding, resounding, they grab, pounding
blood through our veins, and make us come,

Expressive is the food that staves.
Spoken, linking, feeling and evocatively
touching despite space and pauses
to savour thought and consumption.
The weight of the message, deep and penetrative,
is soaked up by an avid audience till she comes,

Ravenous appetites devour the sensation;
indelibly we mould the flesh on flesh,
inked and strung together.
In our minds, soft murmurings of imagination
wrestle, tumble and fall into place
from words we receive as we read and come,


Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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