I hold my pen
like I could never hold a woman
with the passion of the endless
on the brake of new dawn
to take the moment
and make history
paint a reality for us both
in love of what we create
something rich and honest
something real…
I hold this pen
desire rich in my veins
life without limitations
life without regret
I hold meaning in this pen
something that lacks
in the arms of apparent love
the temptation of fulfilment
the meaning of my existence
something Her love can’t bring.
8/7/09
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