CLEAN SHEET

Written by: larry johnson

   CLEAN SHEET
You look at me
lying there, 
unblemished,
pure in my whiteness
as if you don't know
what to do with me.
You look at me,
empty,
untouched,
vulnerable,
defenceless,
exposed without protest.
You look at me
ready to attack
with pen in hand,
thoughts in mind 
and give me virtue.