Fleeting Inspiration All Around

The words that form and take shape in my head
Like musical notes or when your body has all
The right curves. My pen that captures the bed
And its messy sheets. When the once solid wall
Begins crumbling and breaking. You emerge from
The shadows like an angel I am seeing in the light
For the first time. Thoughts that used to squirm
And wiggle, but they are staying firmly in place
Like the walls I used to build sky high. It is when
I am finding myself wanting to follow and trace
My hands up or down her spine, taking my pen,
Searching for imperfections that I realize this is
All the inspiration I need right before me. All of
This extra background noise will fade and fizz
Away until there is nothing left, but love.