Tonight
put away your manuscript,
lay your pen aside.
Allow your fingers
to create on my body.
It is a blank page
awaiting your words.
Write a sentence—
No
write a sonnet.
Fill up my boundaries,
saturate me with your words.
Edit your creation
erase with your lips.
Recite to me
your composition
and
witness the pages of my life
come alive
through your fingers
tonight.
Won’t you put away
your manuscript
just for tonight?