The Storytellers love...

On the quietest of days,
When the silence comes,
When thoughts are visions,
For storytellers.

When page becomes love,
When pen becomes passion,
When storytellers drift,
To a woman.

Sentences float,
So easily to page,
Wanting so much,
To hold her.

Words become hot,
As fingers press hard,
And pen dribbles ink,
About her.

From the nape of her neck,
To the curve of her hip,
He writes as if,
He could touch her.

The ink dries fast,
From the heat he draws,
Alive in his mind,
He takes her.

At the end of the page,
He settles pen down,
And reads with a smile,
How he loved her.

The Storytellers love...

Paul Rees-Jones

Toronto, Canada

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