You’ve come to make me dance your fancy new dance. You want me to write about you in that gorgeous stance. I know it is not a question that you ask but a command. I must write as I am told or either be left with a brand. You are lovely, but do you think I enjoy your insistence. Why should I look forward to your eerie persistence? Yes, yes, I know, I know, write, write is all you want. Nothing else matters to you, and me you will haunt. You don’t have to remind me that I owe more than I’ve got. My debt to you does not mean you must so deviously plot. I truly wish you would go away so I could write about clay. But, you in all your beauty and selfishness plan to stay. Your plan is to pretend you’re gone but to never let go. My plan includes leaving, but each time I’m too slow. For now, go on and dance your dance with great skill, While I surrender and write what my Muse does will. ©jcv 2014 https://facebook/julie.vincent.5682944 Pinterest Image
Posted on: Sat, 08 Nov 2014 21:58:54 +0000
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