Writing

I read your words they are so naked with truth Fluttering through my head, then souring like birds I feel as though I’m drinking from the fountain of youth Clearly I can see without my vision blurred She came into my world on a whim She was cautious and tattered but none the less In time her mind became open and filled to the brim Words spewed out with grace in excess She wrote of needs and desires, wants and expectations How she can pour this emotion out on paper I should successfully inscribe such a creation Her notions floated around me like a mysterious vapor This is not a competition, yet she wanted more How can I give what I do not know? If only I could change, if only I could morph Maybe I can reach through the layers and just let go There has to be something there to share Dig deep, break down your shield Oh, hell I do not have even a prayer All inside is sewn and sealed A significant perception came to me I began to write and build on this single detail Suddenly there it was, a half page, just what I wanted to see I did it; I let her see a portion; I was unveiled