The pen averts his eyes from the paper,
Afraid that with a glance, he will reveal
The fiery longing he has so carefully hidden.
He dreams of inscribing upon her
Phrases as beautiful as her smooth white surface –
Making her his own through his words.
Ashamed of his unquenchable desire,
He is both terrified and exhilarated
By his fervor to be joined with her.
So cocooned is he in his yearning,
The pen cannot see
The paper
Trembling with anticipation and hope.
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2 years ago
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