Diction

Freedom through these lines, release from this pen, when my thoughts are deported to this paper, characters fill the space between capturing lyric, rhyme, and theme. Counseling me with every stroke to make a letter in arrangements to make words and words making sense. Sense of self fades into clarity when I'm with them, words I never would express to anyone I tell you in comfort knowing my soliloquy is sacred. Tucked into my heart, is my understanding of us. Pure, relaxed, and plenty is my dark faded skin, deep eyes like night, once ignored now so ever noticed by you. Body smooth as lotion blemish free from sight. Tone and figure both sweet, you give me words to this confidence. You embrace me and my flaws without acknowledgement, as if you don't notice, but when out of your presence I notice. Your touch like the warm bath in the cold winter as I type; I admit I forget but just your presence reminds me. I have to search for these words inside cause the surface is a dangerous place for them to be, I confide in you, they could very well be whipped away, but putting them safely with you, wont allow that to happen. You are one with me, I am you, so I am myself with you. Your words come from my mind but I hear them in a different voice when they're combined with my imagination. You are an image of me in words. I am you in the flesh. You and I become one through translation of my thoughts to words. My pain is transferred to you and you tell a story of it embracing every aspect whether be of love, pain, hate, or joy. You insert a drive in me to renew my security in myself. I grow in you . You nurse me into you , you are not me I have become you. I am your flesh and I communicate your words. Diction.