Indigo Soul

 
I give my life's blood to this lady
so she can create
my indigo soul
pours from my mouth
onto paper
and we tango

her thoughts, my essence
formulating words
conjured from the cosmos
she applies slight pressure
then away we go
dancing across the page
I swirl, she dips
her intellect, my tip

sharp as any razor
cutting all truth
separating fact from fiction
when a lie seeks freedom
I give her pause puddling on her paper
until she gives up the goods honestly

I am her life and her mine
more intimate than her husband
is Sir Quill of the order over writers