I want to write.
I love to write.
Just give me a topic
Or a page that's white.
The words will dance
And weave with sin.
Leave a tapestry of black
On its iv'ry laden skin.
The rising action falls
With unequivocal aplomb.
The climax hits your eyeballs
Like a freak atomic bomb.
The story comes together
In a way you've never seen.
Guns flashing from leather
As if Clint Eastwood's on the scene.
Last word slides across
Your retinas' tides.
Knockin' you crosswise
As your legs capsize.
Words ne'er put together before,
Each a brick in a bridge
Laid timeless 'cross a ridge
Connectin' my mind to yours.
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