“Sylvia’s Life”

I bleed and all the life pours out of me;
I write so my blood can flow again.
I take you up inside my pen.

These words are an insane addiction,
Intense coffee drinking slips in:
I kiss my goddess self and all poet that I am.

I binge so you can drink me in
And dance me a revolution while in solitary repose
I take you up inside my pen.

Woman deep with intellect, tent cafes and incense
Swimming in coffee, drowning in caffeine
I kiss my goddess self and all the poet that I am.

I cook for you so you can live,
Then die brilliantly and leave you my cat.
I take you up inside my pen.

I should have stayed in leather
At least with lace I can go back again.
I kiss my goddess self and all the poet that I am.
I take you up inside my pen.

(I have no idea what is going on with formatting on this site.  Last post was two different fonts and this one has it looking like I did a literal cut and word paste on paper.  Kind of artsy in the end and a learning experience: inserting work written in another program does not work nearly as  well as writing directly into the blog site itself.)