Poem 4/10/10

I am staring at the blank page hoping the words spill on their own…  Instead I’ll cut pieces of my soul, and hang them up in the window, and the the sun dance through me..  let it reflect rainbows that dance to the music of wind chimes, let my poems be God’s whisper on your ear… let me in… spill your words… let your soul become drunk with love, spill it all over the carpet… we can clean that shit up later, but for now… let it soak in.