Write with me! some....

She wears a mask
hiding my fear
when i ask her to remove it
she hides it with a tear.  
Under porcelain
and in her hair
I find poets as do dragons
hide in lairs.  
And woman moves the mountain
as I make the mask of despair.  
If missing her is as a missing word
that moves from her mouth.  
Owed and due
to trust her pen
as it cuts as a sword
like as it does curse
all of her men.