Fountain Pen From Which Soul Flows
Ink flows from my pen,
Fountain of words drawn to the page,
Something changed with this pen,
Way it writes drawing ink to paper.
All the others stay in my pocket,
Always choosing fountain pen over all others,
This lusty relationship feels obscene,
Seducingly spilling poems upon journal page.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
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