Writer's Lust

Maybe the words form juicy on the fruit and drip down your arm
Leaving a sticky stream in its wake
Maybe the scene is so full, so alive, that it moves without you
And you have to brace yourself just to stay on board
Or maybe the theme is a spark that ignites your world
And you know will never release your mind

It’s writer’s lust,
you love it so much you wished you had thought of it yourself
How great to say I created that
Because you feel so connected to it already
It touches you so deep, how could you not have?
You wish you could hold it and tuck it in at night
And embrace it
Because it’s your own
Your flesh, your blood
But you have your own words

So speak