i dropped my pen
down a sewer drain
i never heard it land
swarmed in shadows
hugged tight like a loved one
down a hole to a place of wonder.
a place where you are here
dinner just ended
and when i leave
you will kiss me:
kiss me like i am off to war
like you have not touched lips in a decade
like you find the taste of love at the tips of mine and that is the sweetest pie
like you have found that special factor and it’s here.
that pen is probably gone
but i have another
and i will finish that wonderland
Saint's Muse 