the face of a writer

ahh the face of a writer
the mussed careless hair
that entangles the pens
and caloused fingers
while in thought
of images unseen
before
by scraps of paper
or keyboard buttons
or me

ahh the eyes of a writer
of dark
and peircing mystery
hiding behind them
the key
to the story
the locked away
passion
that seeps its way
through
the retina and onto
the virgin paper
never before touched
by the end
or the beginning
the denouement
the climax
til now

ahh the lips of a writer
bitten and chewed
in the moments before
that perfect word
is put in
its perfect place
pursed round a cigarette
inhaling nicotine
exhaling imagination
and you

ahh the mind of a writer
the center of all my desires
encapsulated
proccessed
and remitted onto
that page
where i gasp with my lips
pulling on hair
wide-eyed disbelief
at their beauty
their glory
and truth

ah the face of a writer,
the face of you.