Inspiration comes in the wee hours, between the couch and bed

[silverblayze]

I cannot bear you leaving
again; although the original
sin is not yours, I harbor
the seed jealously.

I anticipate dotting i's
and crossing t's
before the curves of s's
can be seen.

You react to my non-action;
I'm left docile, doomed
in light of your innocence.

Comments

I know this isn't what it means but...

[shoreview3]

second stanza is the magic of words

last stanza, the frustration and inability to find the right words though the expressions are complete in the mind (You=words personified)

innocence= the unwritten