|| in words she ||

In words

she saves

herself.

In words

she saves her desires.

In words
she saves the essence

of her sensibilities.

She uses words

like a vault

to store words of love

the dazzling jewels

of the heart

and coins of the body.

In words she stores

the nagging pain of her breath

the moisture of tears

trapped in lungs

the loneliness of heart

the pain of grief.

In words

she says it all

her words

do not speak

they just open their eyes

and enter

the discerning eye

and in the guise of words

she.

On the palm

of words she

paints patterns

of desire

and in desire

she paints words

in words

the magic of love

unseen, permeates the

senses as heavenly pleasure.

In the word

she lives as meaning

imbuing them with

her essence.

Fighting the bogeys

of the subconscious

a new word transcends

the thesaurus.

In words

she saves herself

and in surviving words

finds herself and

extracts from them

life for her sinking breath

and glazing eye.

In words

she registers

her remaining time

the heartbeat of time.

In words
she keeps

the words of

her essence

from the essence

of her god

she creates new

words of love.

(Painting : Virginia Bacellar)