Empty Writing Soul


Empty page book on soft bed in the morning.


This void

in the middle

of my writing soul

empty expanse 

just dwelling

without reason

without thought

without words

and I am lost




I Want His Words

his words1

It is his words I want…

caressing freely over my skin

writing love notes indelibly

     where none ever existed

blanketing my nakedness

     in hushed glows of poetry

sating this ravenous ache

     to be the pages for his story





Ph-Carmen M. Caceres