Thursday, August 27, 2015

And We Made Love

worst enemy
best friend
best poet

high expectations
trying all she can to make him climax
explode his ink
onto her paper

tied together by what tears them apart
a heart
a pen
a paper
crumpled together

between the thighs of an innocent girl
beautifully corrupted
by a poet
fiddler on the roof
proof
that she has learned something

however minute
the hours at Sine Qua Non
grew in two
years of
nurturing the writer

she is finding her voice
a strong whisper
between these sheets
of paper

©Tia Clarke 2012

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