The
Spritz of Words
Back you lay
As the camera readies
Already steaming the room
The water bottle appears
And spritz on your body
Almost a pun to the steam
You create with no help
The photographer snaps
You in secret
Away from me
Away from my words and
Desires
You stretch and pose
The art becomes real
Your creativity is
the focus
And as the real artist
you take charge
I cannot be without words
For you
for this moment
Or any moment
the way how I touch you
with each word knowingly
The only way you permit
Give me a deep and
sweet sigh of spring,
the sweet and almost
real dream of a love.
It seems true, intense, deep,
it takes your breath away and
the emotion assails you.
As it does mine
Last night I woke up suddenly and
then I couldn't sleep anymore,
maybe I felt you were reading my
writing,
Seeing how I create them
It
is still dark
And
always is
Until
I hear from you
Tom Squitieri
Tom Squitieri is a
three-time winner each of the Overseas Press Club and White House
Correspondents’ Association awards for his work as a war correspondent. He
reported from all seven continents, always writing as a voice for the
voiceless. His writing and reporting have been published in an array of
newspapers and magazines. Tom has taken his love of storytelling to
poetry. His poetry has appeared in The Raven’s Perch, No Strings Attached,
Style Sonata and The Griffin’s Inkpot.
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Poetry