Train of Heart

Am I odd

for wanting to seize onto muses

no matter the place

no matter the time

freeing my thoughts

my lust 

on paper with pen 

capturing fleeting beauty

In truths never adulation

depicting her smile like Leonardo

illustrating her style like Giorgio

fleeting feelings

spilled like blood in battle

I write

peeking over a compostion notebook

I write

I write

hoping your curious enough 

To ask, Just ask

why are you staring?

so feverishly writing?