Workshop Me

Inspiration can come from two words, yesterday I told my housemate, Agnes, who is new to blogging to read my poems and then "workshop me", she thought she had to read a poem called this and looked everywhere to read it.  This lead to us now each writing a poem called "Workshop Me" and here is my attempt.  You can check out Agnes' version on her new blog  http://agnesdorademes.blogspot.com/

Take my mind and read its overflowing liquid

Skim through the contradictions and faults

Hear my heart speak

Touch its beating rhythm

And dance with my movements

My weakness pulsates through my veins

Feel the sound with your hands

That fall over me like the floating

Blossom caught in spring’s breath

My flesh crinkled like used tissue paper

Craving to be wrapped around your music

My shadows hang in the dark corners of my lung

Draped in the beautiful scandal of your spoken word

My scent full of the madness in my being

As my conversation stains the air between us

Work with me

Caress my tenderness

Forgive me

Capture my reflection

Love me