I wish to resist, and yet...

‘I wish to resist, and yet...’

Your work is striking, my bare skin aflame with marks of witness

Red lettered imprints, a word scratched here, there a sentence that cut...deeper

You are a powerhouse of ideas that spark off my hungry surface

Reality cannot hold you, it's a sieve of slight hindrance

You keep right on trippin', middle fingers high and proud

If we passed each other, without notice, I like to imagine my body feeling a tug

A turning and twisting within, a burning of literary residue on my skin

Oh, I try to withstand the barrage of sharp narrative and probing poetics

The hail of pointed print and masterful metaphor

You know how to wield your words for pleasure and pain

You're inventive with your invective, I'm wet with it's verbal effect

I'm a masochist in love with language and letters, words and wisdom, logos and literature

What I'm trying to say is "Thank you Master, may I have another?"