Crazy

He wants me to draw,
He thinks my creativity can be summoned.
He should know better.
Might even say…
He should know best.

I am here,
Contending with thoughts…
To touch,
…kiss,
…maybe I better not say.
I am fighting fantasies,
About counters,
…couches,
…walls.

I.
Really.
Should.
Not.
Say.

I am breathing.
Exhaling.
Marinating butterflies,
In the love pit of my tummy…
Toward my golden gates…

And he’s there trying to summon my creativity.

Crazy.

Copyright 2014
Poetry by Jeannie Shaw

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