Clay Dreams... Poem by Nestor David Armas

She sits there
And writes
Her heart out,
True emotion
In her pen
Leaking
In the ink,
Like the blood
She bleeds
When she cuts
Deep into the pain,
Adrenaline rushing
Sudden and longing
Like her love
For him,
Burning beneath
Her seemingly
Calm exterior
The boiling point
Is reaching critical,
It cannot be contained
Under long sleeves
And turtlenecks,
Welcome the breeze
Sweet embrace
Pen in her mouth
Imagination
Molding clay dreams
Into her reality,
Her eyes beckon
His lips to hers
Melding into one
Interlocking souls
Ditch the key...

(02/26/2011)