Pen and Paper
He holds my hand we start to write
I have no idea what we write
We have the flow, rhythm and beat
He let’s go of my hand, the pen, paper and of me
The paper and pen lands on the ground silently
I lay next to the paper and pen on the floor
He strips me bare carefully
For I am his paper
He will not tear
He is my pen
I cherish each word he writes
He is articulate, clear and precise
He looks in my eyes as he writes
Our bodies have the same flow, rhythm and beat
He covers me in his words like graffiti while he writes his poetry
He covers me in his ink that he spreads with his beautiful hands
He loves the scent on his paper as he writes
He knows exactly where to write
Our paper is now colourful and he is clear and precise
He loves to use his pen to write
His pen, my paper feels just right
We will forever write
Pen and paper
Poetry and graffiti
Ink and scent
We compliment
We are pen and paper
Toria
March 2021
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