When I've Run Out of Words

When I've nothing left to write

And all my other thoughts are 

Too private to type

Or too me to expose

Or too vapid to admit,

I read. 

And oceans lap my toes.

The skies open, 

And the hands of God 

Are sculpting mountains.

I feel the lips of a

Long anticipated lover

Softly brushing against my neck.

I am lost.

Lost in the words of another.

Lost in words of Divine Inspiration.

Lost in the words of the world. 

I am happy

And free in 

My ever churning

Torrent of words.