It hurts as
much as it does not. When the
page is blank save for
these blue lines that

hold guard over this
****** piece of
paper. No beholder but myself
sees what is being

written by Man’s
hand. Or should I say a
woman’s… I touched it as
it filled my little

weary mind. Too

small to hold more
than two or three
words at one time. But I will
keep them safe on

this paper that has
lost its virginity to
their meaning. And it loves and
hates now, no more than

two or three words at a time.


© 2003