Ink drops
splattered on the page like blood.
Open vein of my soul
bleeding anguish and enchantment,
a river uncontained.
Make a cut and let emotion flow
like sweet, dark wine.
Intoxicated by my need to share
these visions in my mind,
I offer you the cup of my fantasies.
O, drink deep!
Live wild and free in the lands of my imagination!
Gather up with greedy hands
the illusions that I offer to keep at bay
the burdens of your realities,
and in drunken revelry cast your cares away
like decaying fetters, and race unchained.
Roll naked in my fields of wrought passions;
I’ve made them just for you!

I write … I write and I cannot stop.
Will you read?

©2007 Sharon Gerlach

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