Ball Point Muse
It stands erect, seducing my thoughts
With dark red stem to hold
The sword-sharp point revealing my soul
As blackness smoothly rolls
I taste the tinny metal under tongue
And discipline my tongue to steel my words
The blank white sheets, drinking my heart
As from my wound it flows
And my heart beat reciting each verse
It bends to listen close
And once each syllable is recorded
Its left to be deciphered by the world.
(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006
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