Miss Dee's Poetry

A Story Left Untold

I want us to write a story
For us to be syntactically correct
To put your “lo” on top of my “ve”
And connect them to make love

I want our pens to move together
Finding the most intimate rhythm
Pleasurable and content

You fill me with your diction
I’m astonished by your literary work
I’ve only just begun the climax
And I don’t want a conclusion

We lay our pens to rest
Overheated and exhausted
After hours of passionate phrases

There were no Haikus
Just perfect soliloquies
Words ran off the pages

But one day our stories ended
Your words stop flowing with mine
Your hand was cold
Your pen was dry
And you simply vanished
All that was left was a sheet of cold paper
Blank with no recollection
Of you as my writer