Biro

I may be only a 50p biro but when your fingers

close about my clear plastic shaft –

thumb and fore fingers pressing down – I feel

the tremors vibrating through my dark juices

to my silver tip from where they flow

into any shapes you want.  I maybe cheap

but I’m as classy as you could ever want

and  I am wanton – and I know no rule –

so make me do what ever you desire –

my sighs are silent

I am your slave, don’t be afraid.

I will reveal your darkest, sweetest,

most hidden secrets

surprise you with what you didn’t know you knew.

Be afraid and pass right through that thin skin

To Zanadu, to paradise and hell  – yours,

to reveal the longing of now,

for ever and ever

 

 

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