He Pens Me
He pens me
in a web, I'm caught
if it pleases me.
Dreams of fairies and starlight
canopies
richly puddled tapestries,
grab and arouse him.
Drawing on the night, we
awaken with soft purpose
and send love
on atomic voyages
brushing stars.
© Jewel E. Forga 2002
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Bio: Jewel E Forga, a Native Californian, is a Member of San Diego Writers' Cooperative, and Writer of copy for San Diego Urban Online Magazine. Freelance writer for textbooks, she is published online in a few fine e-zines, and has older works archived in print. Her more recent poems can be viewed at: Writers Monthly, & Pierian Springs |
