I have a knack for words
with expressions reading like true confessions.
I become full of passion’s fire,
a desire that elevates like “hot air”,
wondering how my breath could resuscitate,
and envisioning a mouth-to-mouth muse
in which my words would amuse and entice
and go deep enough to suffice and satisfy.
I need/ I want/ I’ve got to feed
my poetry jones as much as I can!
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016