Bliss

I love words
I love the way that they roll off of the tongue
I love the way that they look on the page

They paint images in the mind
that fill my senses like  Van Gogh
words meld and develop
before the eyes

Sometimes I like words
regardless of meaning
machination, evisceration, masturbation

I have words that fascinate
for a day , a month,  a year
I have favorite sensations they create

Words can form perfection
together they can make your heart fly
or your heart break

Single words or in a sentence
I don't mind which
inside a novel by Bukowski
or in the lyrics of James Douglas Morrison

They are all my bliss