Elik Rain Poems

So we pick up these wasted pens
And rub them against our throbbing fingers
So we start off with white
And turn nothing into words
...

A moment before you feel vertigo
Pulling at your insides you know
There's no way to hide from this-
Even a bold statement in enlarged font
...

Are you willing to do this
for me?
Just lift the tips of your mouth
that lovely rose-bud mouth
...