I Lay There Naked

by March 30 1970 - Not entered

I write the words
But they grab my pen
The pen takes my hand
And pulls me inside
I look around
Can't see anything
But feel my heart beating
The rhythm of the pen
The rhythm of words
Beating, pulsing, dancing out
And I follow my blood
As it pours through this pen
Then the words grab my thoughts
Pieces of blood on my skin
Smell of birth in the air
And I lay there naked

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Date created: 1996-04-01 04:27:47
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:38:45
Poem ID: 44785

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