A pen.

My temptation

Is to stare at my pen

Words lingering in my mouth

As though I could laugh them out

.

My pen

Is within reach

At bed time,

Perhaps I should snooze

But I can’t let my pen down

Just like that

For she is wicked

Like that

.

She; my pen

Stares at me 

Yet again

Waiting to take my 

Confessions to paper

That sits gracefully beside my bed

.

Dare I get tempted?

Susan McMillan