Murmured lines

A writer loves to be read
To know that her words
Have been thought about by you
That they’ve traveled
The depths of your mind

A writer loves to be read
Her words murmured
Lines depart your lips
Leaving traces of want
And raising your need
For her language so deep

A writer loves to be read
Directly from the dark ink
Which flows beneath
Her translucent skin
For her words to be traced
By your fingertips

A writer loves to be read
By the reader who reaches within
Connecting the night to her ink
Helping her write
Her stories to life.

6 thoughts on “Murmured lines”

  1. Great title! I thought of it as I silently spoke your lines. Being read is the greatest compliment a reader can give. Along with thoughtful comments. The physical links you drew are perfect.

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