Writer

Writer

 

I want you to see shaded lush forests behind your eyes,  

 feel wilting desert heat on your skin,

and  shiver from the loneliness outpouring my soul

bursting  “AH-HA” moments of shared memory 

 

I want to reach out taking your hand

offering  gifted pieces of me

to use as  patches for your

own road puncture wounds

 

I want you to hear the wind

while crowds resonate around you

transporting you  to your private  island

where perpetual sunsets  purge exhales of exhilaration

 

I want you to sense my heart

beating with lifeblood of cherished experiences

making  pages melt from paper to flesh,

validating why I write.

-jerry wendt 2013