The Author’s Desire

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I long for you to
curl up on the corner of your couch 
and 
read me,
pierce me 
with your eyes,
pillage through my pages-
insignificance trails like a hound
my only chance 
for escape-
the sound of you
 turning pages
devouring 
my poured out soul
keep me from 
that which I fear
obscurity
irrelevance
let our minds intermingle like 
warm wine 
on tongue
sweet, not dry-
instead
ripe, full bodied, red
find me
satisfying, mystifying-
intoxicatingly
well said.
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Dawn Paoletta is a life enthusiast who loves to juggle words, chug coffee, and journal excessively. You can find her gathering stones on the beach most mornings. She enjoys hanging out with her hubby, daughter and family pets in Narragansett, RI and shares her passion, poetry and prose @Enthusiastically, Dawn.

8 thoughts on “The Author’s Desire”

  1. smiles…and taking that time each day, accepting that invitation…it def has a way of refreshing your view of what happens the rest of the day…smiles…i like that you capture the Authors intentions…smiles.

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  6. smiles…i prefer dry wine..but that surely is a matter of taste…smiles..and there def. is a nice intimacy that can be found in reading a good book

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