The Writer 2

The

words in my heart

want to float

on breath

lips part

Oblivious

to the fact

my body

does not speak,

it acts

So my 

appeasing mind

is sending

kind reminders,

moving syllables

from chest

to fingers

But not tonight

Tonight

we will sleep

close together

so
the hard

they will not keep

they will soft

like feathers
By morning

typewritten

by hands

and keyboard

smitten 

MotherHustler