I, genie,
come to you, pen,
in light.
You
court me,
entice me to release
my unquenchable words
As I dance.
As I heal.
As I write.
I give myself permit
to open my wonder-filled lines
out to play.
iI incite your brooding mind
to release
its holding grasp.
You
soak-in my soul
without reproach.
Words,
intimate as my blood
flowing out like wine,
spilling forward fast
opening its borders
to you, my writing pen.
I weave
my fingers into your mettle
as if holding the last thread
of a rescuing rope.
As you
spell my life
in your taunting trace.
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