Poems from NoraAuditoreDaFirenze
It's not the words you've written, but how I
envision them rolling off your tongue.
I see the tasty letters turn tides of...
Driven by voluntary addiction
these instinctive actions and orchestrated reactions
that drill, guided, to your core, infused with my...
Churning and breaking rhythmically like his breath,
it overwhelms every sense.
There is no escaping this wave of epic proportions.
It...
Are words truly bound by lines in parallel formation
or by the linear perceptions of our timid minds
never allowing the possibilities to...
A word
a subtle insult, not forward,
is where it all begins,
in a biting retort that stings.
Gentle praise,
or a harsh phrase,
a cliche,...