What is love, until you have loved a writer?

She has these long, storm fingers.
The kind that leave me wide-eyed and angry.
This gargoyle heart that beats 6 times slower than it should—
As she loves to leave me with half finished sentences
and a  p o e t i c  tongue covered in ink.
She spreads jealous heat along my cheeks,
as my nights are filled with stardust dreams.
Her words fight off hurricane nightmares.
She is a ribcage embrace,
warming these thin origami bones and
tattooing monochromatic love stories along my curves.



AN:  Written for a class assignment.
I had to list 8 of my favorite words,
mix them up for each line and make a poem.

The 8 words:

Fingers
gargoyle
poetry (Though I used poetic here)
stardust
hurricane
ribcage
bones
tattoo