Monday, November 21, 2011

Was Written On Paper

The poem
Was written on paper.

The pen kissed it,
Planting at first
Butterfly kisses.

Then it began
To make love
To the paper.

Tapping away
At the paper.

Until something
Quite beautiful,
Quite divine
Was made as both
Pen and paper came
Quietly, savagely.

What was conceived
When the two
Consummated under the command
Of a singular thought
Was awesome.

The poem
Was written on paper.

1 comment:

nIx said...

Very beautiful piece. Reminds me of Chrome & Ivory. Love it =)