My Pen Writes Only Words of Love

MY PEN WRITES ONLY WORDS OF LOVE My pen writes only Words of Love. You say prove Manly Valor. You say by Dodging Death true literary heroes Win a War. I comply Shred my paper Change my ink Days and bloody Nights of War skies war shatter grounds war tremble I dream rations of War. Repeat thrice repeat again until music sounds mad battle music music lost in ragged shouts with the syllables made weary weary of simplicity of sheer repeating until repeating multiplied in muffled sighs loses numbers in the Fray I write only Red. But to my shame (and with a secret, lingering delight) Whatever pen in hand spattering whatever color in pen flirting with the windy wayward paper I dodge only Love Rockets my Pen adept now to sequencing of blood days-- death’s playmate needs a sassy voice-- grim hilarity hides terror Valiant and Red Crimson reflects only a familiar, inscrutable kissing shade --- the aching inner lips of you Note: a medieval musician was threatened with death if he couldn't sing epics. He answered he could only sing love songs. That incident was the inspiration of this poem.