Neath My Pen

Happy Valentine's Day, Kitten.

As my heart finds its way to you,
so does my pen; encoding passion
in trails of ink. Confined to quiet sheet'd
entombment till poetic imagery is awakened
on the crowded streets of interpretation.

What definition, then, shall I leave of you?
Should it be modest, or shall it be flamboyant?
This pen speaks honestly, so whichever is left,
know it will be of the most sincere cloth.

Then again, my heart knows you and its love for you,
to be boundless. Let me commit a grave injustice
should I limit my pen to the spectrum of one emotion.
Where else, but a page should you exist as I see you...
grand wonderment, in every fixation. Is this pen prepared
for the clutch of an obsessed heart, venting through
aching fingers awaiting a sweet release that never comes?

I want to paint you golden with black ink... as the Sun.
Only always afixed, nearer nor further from either goal.
With no horizons to fall behind, no cloud clusters
to obstruct your radiance. In days of you, I feel no rain.

Let this pen ship you to the stars, I will write still, of you,
of the trip, till I am drinking the dregs of my own
depleted ink wells; maniacally wondering, where has all the
ink gone. Less words themselves abandon me, I shall pen you
without pause. Through the blackest ink, the light of you
will project itself into the world, from neath my pen.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Be still my heart...."I want to paint you golden with black ink... as the Sun"

You've painted the most elegant of Valentine's here Travis, straight from the heart, with light and dark shades, just as love is, a boundless fixation indeed. Whoever kitten is, she's a very lucky woman. Happy day to you both.... 'depleted ink well', let's hope never and oh my! Outstanding my friend.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you so much, Freida. You always boost my ego in this arena... I'm glad you enjoyed it, haven't written prose in a while. I guess I can stop sweating now. Lol

[Frieda P]

No sweat necessary at all Travis, you always ace your stuff, you must be breathing in those fumes from the turnpike hon. ha ;-)

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

You might be right. Lol

[Frieda P]

Ha I'm always right, I'm a woman! ;-P haha

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

I won't argue with that. Lol

[Rachelle]

(In hushed tones) So lovely!

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you.

[redflutterby]

Ohhhh....what a masterpiece you do paint with that black ink. There is so much color here of the brightest hues. This is breathtaking and scintallating in its sweeping adore. Like a sunrise on an exotic beach to awe inspiring to look away from. Amazing my friend... ;-)

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you, Red... You painted just a lovely a picture of how this affected you. I couldn't ask for a better review.