it was true.....
in nights blackened by sins of the day
she stole silently into the vermillion chambers of his heart
where all his treasures he kept
treasures he shared with but few
and then, only because he had to
and he did have to
share
because without sharing
his magnificent vermillion chamber
would surely burst
explode
rip apart
from the weight
the weight of all his magnificent thoughts
thoughts that like a caterpillar became even more magnificent
thoughts that magnificently became magnificent words
words
ah, his words
words of the wizard
the word wizard
words that stirred in her things inexplicable
things unknown
unseen
unfelt
before
words
words that erupted in her soul like a volcano too long dormant
words that once read – once heard –
left her wanting
wanting more
and more still
words that soon became her crystalline clarity
her drug of choice
her fix
words that she had to have
words that her soul would have slept with satan to have
words that her heart would have – must have – else lose its beat
and so it was that on those sin blackened nights
she stole silently into that vermillion chamber of the word wizard’s treasures
there - where she languished among the tender mercies of his gentleness
there - where she basked in the intellectual brilliance of his mind
there - where she opened wide her womancave for the roving words of his passion
there - where she lay with him in fields of crimson poppies as he mouthed words of love
there - where she became who she had always been
there
there in the vermillion chambers of his heart
there - where she found what she craved
what she could not
would not
live without
there
where she was his
and his alone
yes – there
there
where
she
was
his
word whore
.
.
.
- to all those magnificent words that gently wing their way here from far far away -
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