Flight

All great writers spilled their love on paper
And when the ink dried, their love continued flowing
Through their veins and onto parchment paper...
And when those rivers dry bitterness ensues ,
All plans fall apart and they often conclude
That magic that blooms gives way to despair...
The brilliance of love strips the soul bare
For all to see and leaves behind it
Bitter darkness... acidic laughter,
Basic madness!

All writers open their soul with ink
Tapping themselves rhythmically on black and white keys...
Blood gives way to ink and veins are full...
Heartbeats quickly call to action infinite feelings of attraction
With which the writer spills the wonder
Of their feelings for another heart...
To another lover to consider.

All writers read another writer's soul
And with that soul in mind become whole...
I open my chest and expose my beating heart
For all to see and give my spirit flight.