Thinks Not Only Mind

When writing don't just think with your own mind It's only a small part of the body, A trembling hand was equally defined Grasped within, another's hand sturdy. The mouth a-wash with love like a bursting- Berry was equal in taste to that drawn From your own lips indelibly thirsting Those you've kissed once and want never withdrawn. The heart that grows sick in separation Is like the capital of a country, Like the capital city of a nation On their behalf speaks imperturbably. As does a single apple blossom be- Fore and after it's been predetermined Sun-kissed, so, therefore, be like potpourri With all senses and less introverted. When, writing, therefore, thinks not only mind For the whole body thinks feels creation. And the whole of creation is entwined In thought and feeling the whole undertaken.