Ts Lewis Poet Free verse

No Limit

Possessed Pages...

Sometimes the pen scares me. 
I go back and read what I wrote, thinking,
 "It has a mind of its own."
 Possessed to the point of second guessing.
  It's me, but was I him? 
It scares me because I never believe
 I could ever surpass 
what I already penned
 and that in itself pulls on the reins. 
I play peek-a-boo with self. 
The kid always suppressing the man.
Daring thin ice to give away
and douse me with the depth
 I know is there. 
The pen makes one aware.
 It whispers its dares.
 Touch tip to page
 and I'll show you the measure of her ways. 
The way she quivers from your whispers & 
gives in when you want to take it
 because everyone wants to be wanted 
without ever saying it.
 This is the affirmative no. 
The head nods no
while lips yay.  
Fighting just enough
to feed his need to please. 
Even now as I write
 I grow weak
from  play by play. 
That is the depth the pen takes
 always flirting with 
depth and shallow
Starts off so timid  
then dives to no limit.

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