Love Letters....( a, x, z, b, c....)
Sans "Human", love letter......A tribute to the art of writing
My roses are etched in lead and black ink.
Vines that spill on to trees,
quills that form, when I think.
Thorns prick my fingers,
as I proceed to pick,
I refill my pen,
with the blood that drips.
And I continue......
Milky white wood,
fell in love with my retractable,
Penning its woo,
Not leaving space for skeptical.
Each word conjoins,
to the next,
adverb, conjunction,
noun or ellipses...
how this love functions.
Birthing an offspring,
of carbon black,
endless reproduction,
forests of paper stacks.
