My thoughts are embedded
Between the pores of ink droplets
Surfacing only when nib caresses paper
My ideas backstroke in this cylindrical container
Sometimes drowning in its fluidity
Other times s u r f a c i n g
Just so you can catch a glimpse
Of the depth of me
It is here that I scream in black and blue tones
Expressing sentiment only on thirsty parchment
Ready to absorb my passions
Sedated pages
Awaiting
The uncapping of my pen
And then…
The even flow of my mental convictions
Or the ramblings of my sublime illusions
Stirring lines to fill without end
As penmanship bleeds
Purging on book leaves
I am held prisoner in the rawness
Of poetry
For all eternity …My only escape is
This romance that stands against time
Between my pen and I
The desire that leaks when
Thoughts are cut and emotion bleeds
As verbs once held captive break free
Nouns plead
To lay upon waves of euphoria
Breaking on the shores of compound meanings
Carefully broken down
In non formatted verses...
I
Exist
Until the book closes
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