When Words Fall Out

When the words fall out the ink spills to the floor Quickly as the words come – I draw the ink up To digest the paper and make of it how it wishes Admiring the love making of paper and ink Artistry that happens – not planned – not precise The Euphoria of words – entranced – it’s a zone Where all my confessions of love – feelings – live The inner sanctum to my quiet obsession A place without boundaries or doors to be locked My poetry playground - consisting of Just Me