..
this pen
these keys
the long slow please
-pull of coffee and precious pre-chaos
dark.
this spark
and all its ancient fire
and ice
and storm
and strum.
the thrum
of heart
beat black
and blue
and clacked to white.
the slight
breeze of mourning
sky cracked open
wide
and wanting.
the haunting
of phrase, the
shatter of sigh
and
silence.
..
pad poeming
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
Good heavens, this is gorgeous. Every word. I just want to forever savor each phrase (in lieu of candy).
Thanks, Girl. 🙂 Happy November!