WHEN WORDS WOULD NEVER DO

With hands,

I write my poetry,

With lips

I recite words of love,

My hands create,

Hoping to

Impart the passion,

The desire,

The love,

Of those words, and yet,

And yet...

Wistfully...

If my same hands

Could write that love,

As feelings,

Traced upon your skin,

Words would never do.

• Donovan Baldwin