Sunday, November 27, 2011

A Blank Page

The blank page stares at him -
not he at it!

These raw fibers - exposed to life.

Filaments of nerves___ flinching
floating - tender… to touch.

An emotional clitoris

Hot is the blood, which runs beneath
shockingly cold - fingers.

Draw me in - infuse me
light my eyes, so I can see
tangle me in ~~~ in you
make me scream… till tears run.

Stain my pages
fold me - tear me
read me.

Hold me!

Fill me

with you….


  1. My word is moving! Thank you on making this an even more beautiful morning Dave.