The fresh white page <br />Teases the pen <br />Giving her the old <br />“Come hither”. <br />The pen flirts back <br />Fluttering her eyelashes. <br /> <br />And then it starts <br />Their circling <br />And stamping, <br />Coming together <br />And pulling apart. <br />The pokes <br />And strokes, <br />Their elegant <br />Dance of love <br />Leaving a trail <br />For all to see.<br /><br />Sallie Howson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-dance-2/
