Back to the pen- from whence I began-
she consoles my soul
to unfold what is inside the deepest crevasses of my spirit;
That deep still voice that is always beckoning me to pick her up,
to place into my right paw,
to grip her firmly,
but not too rough;
To caress her with a painter's touch;
She loves the way my fingertips puts her to work,
she cherishes our intimate moments
like a breath of fresh purified air;
Back to my pen- I love how she knows my moods,
my emotions,
my struggles,
and my deepest darkest desires-
I love the way she posses my soul
with uncontrolled passion,
graphically describing my subconscious
with her calligraphy like Beijing script,
her gift is my present and she blesses me daily…
Back to my pen…