War of Words

The intrepid poet 
wages a war of words
in the moonlit hours 
when sleep 
dangles on the end of a string 
hung from the north side 
of the moon
and faith hides behind
a smoking mirror.

She sips poetry 
written 
by skimming the cream
off the top of words spoken
in whispered caresses,
to gather the keys 
that open once locked doors

And her soul flies,
ensconced in a heart’s embrace
that lingers 
as gentle as new fallen snow
and as promising 
as morning
to a lonely night,
long after the kiss becomes 
a memory.

And once again she writes
in ink bled 
from Love itself



december 2006
Janet Reid





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