tender is the ream of paper unwritten on
virginal
just pure fresh
rendering
her white flesh to my energies

a coil of possibility
a misnomer a dream
a bundle of tangled up thoughts spoken
with an urge to untangle
all of  those tightly woven knots

or at least share them
that is what it is, sharing
trying to connect somehow
this energy I have after nine
and ten hours
of straining muscle

when I see a bit of pure white
unsotted unsoiled  unspoken
pure white like a holy vision
a vision of goddesses dress
I want to tame her

Take her as a mighty lion
tame her to be mine
add her to my lair
pull her hair
write on her flesh

with my pen my words my scent my soul my heart  my being
my next thought
make the white paper suffer
my hurts my desires my untended energies
feel my pen deep on her
in her surface

mate with her claim the spaces the dashed curves
the indents the margins the surface
from top to bottom
from side to side scribbling the
most urgencies

I feel a need to write in ink on white