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A BEAUTIFUL OBSESSION by Kat Myrman

I spend a great deal of time spinning words in the wee hours of the morning…

It is partly due to my aging bladder, those nighttime trolls to the privy...but once I am up and about, it takes me a bit of time to settle back to sleep. I also find that I am at my most creative when the earth is dark and quiet. On one such morning recently as I lay reading to settle my mind, it struck me that my affair with words has been a lifetime obsession.  This poem is a love story. One that I believe we all share. Blessings to you!

A Beautiful Obsession
by Kat Myrman

My love for you began

before I understood that

you would be a life-long

obsession. You wooed me

with promises of blissful

release, and pledged to

sustain me, encouraging

me to use you whenever

I had need. You tickled

my ears with sweet

nothings, encouraging

me to dance, to twirl

through lyrical dips and

curves that left me

breathless and wanting

for more.

You held nothing back,

revealing your fierce

passion and power to

rattle and persuade, cool

and cunning, cutting me

to the heart with

razor-like precision.

It only made me love

you more, drawing me

deep, with a yearning to

trace every syllable of

your complexity, fingers

trembling with each

touch, you became

an empty open book

begging to be filled.
Beautiful, beautiful

Words…it’s plain to

see, you had me att
“hello”.

Kat Myrman: When she’s not working in a cubicle from 9 to 5, Kat can be found taking photographs and photo editing, writing poetry and prose, or sketching and painting. With roots in traditional Christianity, these days Kat finds herself transitioning more into a feminine, earth-based Spirituality with a focus on living in the moment. Her greatest joy is found in encouraging and empowering others. Kat lives in a century-old home in a historic neighborhood in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia with her wife, Traci and their menagerie of critters: two very big dogs, three rescued kitties, a tortoise and a Sun Conure. Her four grown daughters have enriched Kat’s life with five (and counting) amazing grandchildren and several grand-pups. You can connect with Kat at her blog “like mercury colliding”, on Facebook, or on her pet kid’s Facebook Page, Henry’s Friends (where Kat is the translator).

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