i'm writing this poem
naked
it's raining, and there's a cool breeze
at the window, parting the curtains
like a peeping tom
it's night time, the sky looks purple
and i am glowing by candlelight
subtle as a shadow
painting graffiti on the wall
the ink is dripping in streams
and i'm skinny dipping in it
flooded with emotion, moonlit,
my breathing something constant
in the mirror of my reflection
my muse is dancing,
humming something about love,
—wet with inspiration |