National Poetry Month
Day 20
Me
I find myself spilling
Me across your lips
Telling you secrets
Drip
After drip
Exposing me
Something I have
No intentions of doing
Giving you my morning thoughts
I don't want to
But
I can't wait to
Tell you about my day
I look for your notes
Holding my breath
Till you speak
So I can breathe again
The excitement
Of just having you near
Allows me to tingle
With delight
This is the best thing
I love about
Believing in you
With me
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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