@Morain0 28 April 2020 edited

Lust For Words (poetry)

Lust for words Like Cain with curse his name was Holocaust in secret nights of pleasurable pain he disvirgined remorse Lust for words Imagination ruled, he thrived on the treasures of thoughts Like a blind poet, to him: meditation was a pleasure of sorts Scary to some, strange and alurring to the spirits of songs If words could give life, then word is god if words could create eternity, then word should be Love Lend me your words oh love, for I am lost for words Send me a song with no words and let my lust be born. Morain