8.42

By past tense

she begs for ink
like a blind man
desperate for a
moment of
in.sight

-that it seems
we can only write. together


in muted breath
like whispers. she takes
to heart
the way pens
trace fault lines in skin:
her parchment aches for
quill kisses


and I--
vocabulary quivering,
am shaking
to oblige

with lips
being written. anxious
these words- this ink
coiling like
caresses
on pages

and still she begs.
she begs--

I pen words
that cause worlds to collide
in her eyes
and she trembles
with every verb

I beat her to the page
but she ties me to the
metaphor

and we scream trochees
to an illiterate sky.

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Copyright 2012 past tense
Published on Tuesday, May 15, 2012.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: An absolute testimony to the power of writing and to the writing of love. This was well written and felt so devoted. Really and subtly very touching.

  • A former member wrote: i really enjoyed the way this made me feel and think. i found myself wishing on random things to just make something beautiful happen. it felt so terribly important. thanks.

  • A former member wrote: I am utterly envious of your ability to create this scene. Illiterate sky...hmmm...this is one smooth, excellent write.

  • A former member wrote: what an exceptional, intelligent,passionate piece this is....it literally caused my eyes to tear up....and i hadn't even finished reading it yet....you sir are a brilliant and sagacious poet....i truly am honored to have set my eyes upon your words.....thank you....truly...much respect....-rc/\ol

  • FadedBlues On Wednesday, May 16, 2012, FadedBlues (2096)By person wrote:

    ...writing by moonlight, sweat, fingers tangled in your hair, the words can't fall fast enough...

  • Carmina Gitana On Tuesday, May 15, 2012, Carmina Gitana (149)By person wrote:

    So goddamn many writes about writing, and so goddamn few are as good as this one. Frantic, frustrating, strangely sensual. The muse is a wicked mistress.

  • RubyXero On Tuesday, May 15, 2012, RubyXero (481)By person wrote:

    this is just amazing!!! such talent... the ending was perfect. I really enjoyed this

  • A former member wrote: blind man and insite....ironic you have some excellent word on word play here. this seems like it was written by someone up late at night typing like a banshee (thats a good thing) like like like :) check out mine?

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