Writing is like loving.
You softly woo.
You approach.
Start with a hand hold.
Tell stories of life.
Make jokes and laughter.
Whisper in the ear.
Reveal feelings, sometimes deep feelings.
Wait for a response.
Proceed with caution.
At first it's cheek-to-cheek.
Then kissing, then
Deep kissing;
Then kissing like there's no tomorrow.
Then the clothes come off,
All truths are laid bare.
It's now or never.
Or ever,
And always.
The drumbeats are louder,
The whole band is playing,
The chorus comes in with
Twelve-part harmonies,
The reader and writer are one.

Afterwards
There's a breathless calmdown.

Want a pen?

12/12/2006

Posted on 08/27/2009
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