The fresh white page
Teases the pen
Giving her the old
“Come hither”.
The pen flirts back
Fluttering her eyelashes.
And then it starts
Their circling
And stamping,
Coming together
And pulling apart.
The pokes
And strokes,
Their elegant
Dance of love
Leaving a trail
For all to see.
A refined poetic imagination, Sallie. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh.this is fantastic! ! ! That pen is dancing and so am I! ! ! 10++++++++++