I Want To Marry A Writer
Nicole Lough
I want to marry a writer.
I want his tongue to twirl and unravel
The mysteries beyond men.
To stare into his eyes,
And see the galaxies
that lay unknown.
For his lips will steal my words,
And form their individual dialogues.
His kisses will knock the wind out from me
Because each one will be an adventure
That will discover a new treasure within one another.
His hands will rob me of my sight,
But implode an internal light
Underneath my rocky crust and explode
My core until it is dust.
The world that was once relative,
The world I used to fall in,
Will not matter at all.
He and I would elope to our own fantasies
With a black ink pen and a cup of tea.
To marry a writer
Would be a never- ending ecstasy.
If I trip,
Then I will not fall.
I have left the world of gravity
To be a character in his fantasy.
The horror of imagination
Is a consequence of a writer’s hand.
His words are a binding art
And they have a hold on my heart
For I am to die and live forever within his pages