“Words don’t even flow to me anymore” by Lisa Le Guiader | One Poem Only

One Poem Only is a daily poetry podcast offering a quiet moment with a single poem—read aloud, without analysis or noise. “Words don’t even flow to me anymore”Lisa Le GuiaderWords don’t even flow to me anymoreI think tiredness got meThe source has gotten stabbedStrangled I think I’m getting tiredhaving been let to stormand bleed it out, pouring this heart soft outIn your armsOn your chestNow to your touchI’ll much preferevaporate condense awayprecipitate a mile awayI’m already boiling insideWould not need much but meet the fire, your calming touchto light it all haze out of sighttear up and down burn it all outAll hot bloodedAnd cold as iceI’d float the air, everywhere you aren’tI’d rain on you I’d rain on you hotFlashes of light flooding you highBut this ardent sea, whole into mewould do no worse as warm you upO just enoughCuddle you up snuggle you inWish you sweet dreamsand ease you upRight into sleepKiss you good nightLull you gentlywhole against meMore from Lisa Le Guiader ↓@studio_escargot on Instagram@lisaleguiader on SubstackSupport + Stay Connected to OPOIf you’d like to support the show, Substack and Patreon members receive a copy of my book, For My Daughter, along with episodes from the audiobook.Poetry slows us down. Thank you for listening.