Oh, blank page.
My friend , my enemy , my lover
My seducer.
I can’t leave you alone , ignore you.
I want to .
I want to walk away.
All what ifs you whisper in my ear.
I see you
Under another caress morph, molded, made into wonders
Your ****** purity transformed into celestial light that illuminates through centuries.
But when I reach forth my grubby hand
It is like some fumbling drunkard
Awkwardly marking your beauty, your possibilities
And I awake , from my self-delusion with a hangover
Of self-annoyance and a yearning for a talent that seems forever just out of reach.