Pen Spell

You’ve got me in your pen spell
Greedily drinking ink
anything you spill
every drop
from that incisive quill

Don’t stop, don’t cease
those expertly crafted lines
cut and kiss, in equal measure
Such finely tuned pressure
brings such pain and pleasure

I crave another lick, another hit
I want to taste them on my tongue
Reading between
I see through
all those lines lead me to you

Days have passed
but that turn of phrase;
those words still dance
tattooed up and down
the spine of all my thoughts

You’ve got me in your pen spell
I don’t want to move
or break from this
I’m left crying, sometimes smiling
a catharsis so welcome
and addictive

You talk of the bitter things
the seamier side of life
all telegraphed without judgement
your compassion
is such a rush

Strip me
write directly on my naked body
smudge me with your fingerprints
cover every inch of me
in your masterful calligraphy…

[2022]

Note: I wrote this one in a single draft in August, when I was trying to write a poem each day for the month. Afterwards, I wondered where it came from, but I’ve since realised I was more than likely a bit inspired by the pen-aphile poems of Bree Leto, who writes as SecretThoughtsWithin. While my poem is not about those poems, they must have been lurking at the back of my mind: e.g. Your Pen Is My Desire. So, do check them out!

Thanks for reading.