I write
from my soul
words pour
through my fingers
caress the page
as a painter's
skilled brush
Familiarity
eagerness
gentle smooth strokes
embarrassed blush
as feelings touch paper
virgin spoilt by practice
A silent groan
un-mouthed declaration
deep impassioned cry
soundlessly uttered
I write
I write
for us
you would
but
I live your emotions
between these blue covers
dive into your mind
through my recycled canvas
command your conscience
apt to reign
over your understanding
my words worshipped
Pink nail polish
scratches the surface
of your human condition
I bare the world
I bare all
I write
And therefore
I am
Reborn with each new piece
a window to the heart
The writer a goddess
creator of your satirical realness
who frees you for a moment
explore your senses
and as it closes
she goes back to sleep.
She writes
You breathe
She stops
You cease
Rhythmic release
I write
Free
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