Poet's Well

such primitive tools
To pen a heart, split wild and aching
Quickened stiff and heady pulse

You are mine for the taking

Peel away the cotton layers
risk the dare of my obsessions
slip the ties from my discretion

exposing slow and creamy tension

Laced taut in lyrical corset
heartstrings drawn and stringent tight
gathers cinched, a breathless core

The porcelain bones of metaphor
'Til words have burst to ragged breath

Into the unspeakable we fell

When dipped your quill, strong of ink
deep in my poet's well.