We Write

 

With pens and inkwells

We write love

Stories in the night,

Tapping and tracing

Letters and words

On naked skin,

Looking for the rhythm

And the rhyme,

Sometimes chapters

End before the novel starts,

Leaving hearts shaken

And broken

Until we try to re-write,

To write again,

Some pick up their

Inkwells or their pens

And say fuck writing

And take up the guitar.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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