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
uncovered….


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….

2 comments:

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

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