I want to become these words possessing my
moment;

Words, that are my lovers
exhalting my senses:
My muse, hot breath caressing my ear.
Inspiring insatiable yearnings,
these words, why their power to
bend my will?

Words for each person, however
unwittingly, define thought's parameter
and understanding;
their influence i seek to master.

Each word--a universe,
alive with expanding borders:
stark edges, vibrant green, shifting brilliance.
The possibility of each consumes,
tantalizes,
a casacading effect,
from the influence of many words,
directs and shapes us.

Without resistance
I succumb.

poem by Amanda Cornwell