the ugly writers

And We Call You…

  For decades we have been waiting, There on the shore, There on the floor, To feel your coolness, To feel your silence, To let we embrace you, Indeed we all love you, Indeed we all need you, So, bestowed…

Ellipses…

I’m not a poet… I don’t know how to be one… But when I think of you… All inhibitions are gone… It changes every hue… My hand starts to write… Then everything I want to say… Becomes everything about you……