The Quill Pen Has a Keyboard

For those here,

blooming in this anthology of euphoric

creativity,

originality,

raw language -

     expression vibrates, quivers on the vital pink of the tongue -

words slip under your skin like a velvet hand beneath your sheets.

"This is so good!" she says.

You feel your way through the imagery,

through the ecstasy of the human condition,

sensing the curves, the hidden places of the story.

"Brilliant", he says. "Love this", trips from his lips.

Suddenly, a cerebral climax - it travels down your spin

into your fingertips -

     tempting you to respond,

     to bookmark,

     to create.

A stranger is no longer a stranger.

Your intimacy is scandalous and secretly you lust for more.

Breathlessly, he whispers,

"Fortunately, here, one's words,

avatar,

personality,

and soul are all one and the same".