Making Love Tonight

With my pen I make love to virgin papers
Spilling blood with spots while forming
letters into words with grace.

 

Endless nights I spend in love as ink
bleeds gently through a mass of thoughts
and uttering of emotions.

 

It’s not about creating the perfect poem,
but releasing the stress and worried thoughts
that evoke my mind each lonesome night.

Reviews

[Angelic Darkness]

This was a good poem. Comparing sex to writing, good idea.
Keep up the good work