I’m feeling good
I want to play
But he’s asleep
Worked hard today!
I let down my hair
But you don’t see
So I’m writing poetry
Alone!
Alone gives me time
A quiet writing space
A stranger appears
A master, a writer.
Connected in words
Conjuring heat
Kindred twisted egos
Happy to meet!
This feels good
Posing for his pen
…I look around
I’m still alone!
Lovely poem, intimate insights. I was out all day, and opened up ArtsKeeper and read this work. A pleasure. Sorry if you were alone. You apparently knew what to do... when alone.