The audacity
that you would write a ***** a love letter
That you would in so many words announce your affections for a *******
Thay you would pour out your heart
to a harlot

But here in hand i have it
written in blood turned tan from time travel
caligraphy cornerstones that mark the foundation for forgiveness
lithography laden with agony for the cause of love

It's as if even now, i can watch your quill
as it traipses across parchment
fabricated from your very own lamb's skin
still marred with scars
rough and red
tears at it's edges
and holes torn by gashes

the audacity of that "I love you"
scrawled in the crucifix cursive of the creator of the earth and its
universe
unfurled to cut the mundanity with meaning


The audacity...


I am wordless.


My soul is far from speechless.

Rat a tat , tap on a desk
Pentip raps and the beat is my heart in
my chest
Stuck sitting
I can't stand it
If writers were criminals you'd catch me
redhanded
Words smoothe like red silk and silky
black.velvet
Syllables Spilling from my lips and sounding
like sanskrit

Wrote this
just.to say that I could write it
But it doesn't Set my heart on fire because
empty words can't
ignite it

been about a dozen.days since my pen has touched a page
Thought I had a message to.send but I.don't have much to.say

Apparently
I am a blade with no edge
"useless tool"
She said it because I cut her.

"I want to but i can't"
the chanting becomes ranting
like autumn leaves that leave the trees
falling from my lips with ease
but never heard above the breeze
the only sound from my mouth is the air that i breathe

Background bombarded by
four/four back beat
.44 - bang!
forty-four  goodbye.