poetically naked
now your hands move free without restriction
able now to grasp my mental dictation
that I let flow without hesitation
no time wasted to find things in common
just letting our pens intertwine without suppression
our lyrics burst free in unison
without caution our ink merges
paper has not the ability to contain us
creases in the paper
lead us past the lines
beyond the margins
our pens on fire
yielding to our desires
literary confinement
can’t contain us
our pens and minds
have become sparked