xLx's blog: "Writing"

Outside, my mind's lips whisper

to fingers graciously gliding over gilded lines

exhaling passion heavily in earnest

my cursive breath made the paper rise

I inhaled deeply a hot thought of a summer scent

and the paper died, but its spirit revived

in a gust. That breeze that brings life

to thoughts.

I grasped the angry page in a death grip

demanding it receive thoughts I penned.

Reaching for a draft to strangle hold

mere dust devils in tornado training

I swirled in the literary sandbox of white

building images to be granules

in the wind

Tattooing saw dust and glue

branding this albino creature

its wings slapping the table

as a breeze passed by. Wanting to fly.

Showing its temperament in a rustled tantrum

while I held it down. Tackling corner pages

still wanting to fight.

A chained slave the paper whimpers

pleading in ripples upon its fringes

I drive a spear across its flesh

my patriot, the pen, killing sentences.

Submissive ink did as it was told, scrolled,

writing graciously on angry paper.