inspiration

[tectak]

and sometimes
when I would be doing other things,
I write words inside my head.

I write words for you as I inhale,
words for you as I exhale.

I write because of your warm hand, the way it felt on my shoulder
I write so I will not close my eyes, and lean back into that comfort
I write so I can leave without reassurances.

I write the words so they brush lightly across the page, touching sightly; I write til I can lean into their comfort.
till the rasping of my pen on this page calms me
till the blank space is filled with words
and within words, I can relax and breath.

you, as I inhale
you, as I exhale

and if
I write for long enough, I will not want to
lean back and rest against your body,
place my head by your neck, close my eyes and breathe.

instead
I lean into words, into the rasping of pen on paper, into the large letters curving across my page
here, in these words, I rest and close my eyes.

I inhale and
I exhale.

There is a lot to like in this piece, Ruth. Quite apart from the factuality of the expressed thoughts there is a melodic word use which harmonises nicely with an almost descant refrain. I'm unapologetic over this hyperbole. The whole piece sings rather than speaks. It is an exercise in diaphragm breathing.
A few points. The repeat of rasping is easily fixed but "rasping" rasps in a soft piece
like this. It may be the mot juste for describing a thought but then I would say the thought is a little too perpendicular.
On another increasingly common issue the pseudo enjambments created by nonsensically breaking up lines after a few syllables
like
this, is
not a functionally useful technique. Please tell me what you believe is the purpose
of breaking
lines up
in this way.
Apart from my personal crusading crits.....nice job. Oh, touching sLightly, methinks.
Best
tectak