The growing need to wake up & create
Her stockings laid gently
over the ornate partition
Sacred vulnerabilities shared
Poetic affirmations after discarding
the bland tropes
All sins must return to the sea
In defense of the outcasts & weirdos
Those strange fellows who demand to be free
Exposing thought & sincerity to open air
To live one’s own life & forever reject conformity
Counting oneself amongst the abnormal
Involuntarily immersed in thought & deed
The action of creating poetic existence
For some days, that might be all we need
I’m crafting out lines, curious & new
Writing these rhymes rare & distinguished
I’m waxing on poetic, warming her through
Turns out; I’m quite the cunning linguist
Captain Q 