Ars Poetica

You bring the words out of me sucking letter shapes out the end of my pen or scratched out of sharpened pencils on sheets of loose paper fingers tingling to slash my thoughts permanently into anything that stays still You bring out the lover in me the power and strength that flows from my fingertips is you the elegant curves in the lines or the syntax the shape of you makes me tremble in awe You bring out the craving in me the screaming desperation of needing you frantically I never wanted you never but now that I’ve known you the way that I do, I can’t be without You are my insatiable thirst my obsession I follow you recklessly brandishing my pen ink flying from the tip as I attempt to do you justice You bring out the poet in me and I delight in my discovery of you and you will continue until all the pens and pencils have had their say