By Jen Meyers punkypeenut@hotmail.com
Date: 29 February 2000
Writer's Block Medication
My thoughts,
As they fall down to me
From the showerhead,
Drained into a ball of emotional blasphemy
Which clogs the system and stops the flow.
The kiss,
My only inspiration
Like the warmth.
Relaxing and soothing salvation
And electrifying all on a cold winter’s day
Like the water as it fell upon me
When I stepped in to capture my thoughts away
From the droplets of vapor
Which formed from the steam
Upon my lips.
All my thoughts rest cooly
On those lips.
Which will never share with but one other
The current that grips
As electricity meets water.
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