come write a poem
come
to my clean
white
page
and create
for me
a symphony
of words
of thoughts
pressed tight
in lines
of soldiers
marching past
my view
come
write a
poem
for me
a gallery
of ideas
for me
to taste
to touch
to pierce
my skin
and drift
across
my eyes
my ears
my mind
come
paint a
picture
for me
a breathtaking
landscape
for me
where
dancing
purple
flowers
masquerade
as twigs and
broken
bones
come
carress my
mind
with words
with aching
thoughts
with tender
fingers
reaching out
from deep
within your
splintered
pulsing
heart
come
sing
for me
come
waltz
with me
come fill
the air
with music
for me
my poet
my love
my heart
come
to my clean
white
page
and create
for me
a symphony
of words
of thoughts
pressed tight
in lines
of soldiers
marching past
my view
come
write a
poem
for me
a gallery
of ideas
for me
to taste
to touch
to pierce
my skin
and drift
across
my eyes
my ears
my mind
come
paint a
picture
for me
a breathtaking
landscape
for me
where
dancing
purple
flowers
masquerade
as twigs and
broken
bones
come
carress my
mind
with words
with aching
thoughts
with tender
fingers
reaching out
from deep
within your
splintered
pulsing
heart
come
sing
for me
come
waltz
with me
come fill
the air
with music
for me
my poet
my love
my heart