A Poet’s Arousal

By Tara Gira

Candlelight exposes its blank canvas- taking a breath

From the breeze, lifting it for a moment-

Before laying it down before the pen.

Black ink floods the page,

With no destruction,

But constantly,

Fervently-

If its bold enough-

Lapping over her lines.

She likes it best when it inches slowly across.

Guessing the next rhyme, verse, metaphor,

Keeps her on edge.

And spurred by the author’s whispers,

Infused with all the sun-pierced colours,

Coffee bitterness,

Liquor sweetness,

Loneliness,

And the pauses in love songs substituted with sighs.

Until the pen finds its purpose.

And keeps a steady pace.

Strokes seeking smooth rhythm.

They are lost, in this space.

Pen and page. Her with him.

Putting the pen to her lips,

Satisfaction paints her cheeks rose.

By Tara Gira