I have been peddling vowels
for decades,
armed with alliteration;
flowers in one hand,
faded syllables in the other
and a head full of stars.
I just can’t cure this addiction
to the written word,
sighing to each stanza,
enamored with assonance
and the innocence of verses, free
and uninhibited;
sonnets seated softly
at a lover’s feet,
the vibrato of a vignette, humming,
like a lullaby on Sunday.
I just want one chance to get in;
to turn that knob of adversity
and penetrate just one heart,
then, dance away
in gratification,
until the next poem.
~
Perth Words... exploring possibilities. 
Thank you so much for the reblog ❤
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