my pen

I breathe.... I sigh.... shivers explore my spine and,

I bite my pen as I fall in love again
Your words have seduced me again,
what has ended has begun again, and again I succumb to the pleasures of my pen.

This blank page breathing draws my gaze
and bright eyes bedroom size, gaze in the space only you can create
my pen......such intimacy experienced only when your tip strokes my mind.... my pen
and in time time vanishes and what wasn’t is, and what is no longer can be without we,
you and me....my pen.

Your ink as life giving as the seeds of knowledge you spill birth within me words of change,
and my pen becomes mother, father of eternal gain for eternal life is the knowledge of all we hold true,
and it starts with me and you....my pen.

So as I grip you tightly my pen,
let the heat from my fingertips stimulate literary bliss,
and as we ride tightly bound together in the absence of time on this discovery of literary ecstasy,
I breathe.... I sigh.... shivers explore my spine,
As I release and am made whole again,
for perfection is created....my pen.