the soul exchange

[february.5.2008.6:26pm]


legs disunite to expose
the vacancy that rests
on the surface of my
pages soft folds.

my script openly displays
itself;
sensually it offers your
pen to glide along the
lines that serve as guides
if any trace of misdirection
finds your firm strokes
for your steady hand delivers
thrusts of your papermate
to mate with my seams
in their margins.

ink brings my
melodic melody to
articulate themselves into
stanzas that soon come seen
manifest into metaphorical
expressions that slither from
my lips appreciation.

my pages become stained
with your pens volatile verbs,
verbs that explicitly exhibit
how soiled your vision is as to
how our playwright will be
written to its end.

our different styles of
approaching poetry poetically
marinate in the others
literary fluidity.

on the tombstone of our
shared precaution,
our poem becomes engraved.

for this isnt sex;
welcome to the soul exchange.