The push of the pen (Explicit) by Julie Adamsi hold the pen
like a penis, erect
thoughts swell, throb
against my palm
moist with eagerness,
like a virgin,
i pull and stroke
massage the page
rub against it's edges
teasing and tugging
deep within the inkwell
of my womb
conception begins
i am impregnated
ideas grow, pushing to be
free from the pen
from between aching thighs
from my swollen chamber
of thought
born into a world where
ink flows like cobalt wine
ideas blossom on blue cherry trees
poetry, a language of ripe truths
as poems spill from me
i am renewed
born-again virgin poet
dipping my pen deeper
with each thrust
but unlike sex, poems
always come like
the first time
08/30/2002 Posted on 08/30/2002 Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
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