I was too
Not wanting to,
Write another word
But my pen at my hilt
At the ready my sword,
Caught a gleam, a glint
Of your words, your quilt
Warm and cozy feeling, a hint,
That like a cigarette not put out
Tossed on the pavement gave a spark
And now out and about
I'm like a stray dog in a park,
Running crazy so wild
Tongue out, my leash torn
For this, for this I was born,
I'll never holster this urge
And much like a sinking boat
I must all these words purge
Even if I wear the heaviest coat
These hot wing thoughts are anything but mild...  
© okpoet