Something I wrote about creativity a few years ago.

[galacticchick]

Embryo

Seduce me with words

Write to me of passion
that desires to enfold me
absorbed in the craft of invitation
Lay out the vista
Irresistible bait
Each carefully torn page a
deftly placed breadcrumb eagerly devoured

I am famished for entrancement

Invisible fingers brush hieroglyphic incantations
over fertile imagination
Exhalations of internal landscapes
made in the silent spaces between sound
becomes the rich amniotic fluid
Creative greed, necessary as air
pulsating umbilical cord
sustaining within the androgynous body
of the writer
the slowly gestating visions yet unwritten

Transportive bliss of this seduction

Inspiration exchanged like bodily fluids
The words arch and moan
with fluttering hands
sinking into the space with closed eyes
while the observer drinks in
every detail
writes mental notes
files the nuance for later dissection
walking the razorblade
the artist craving molecular immersion
baptism into every moment
the writer craving the consummate skill
to capture them with

both always seeking the next perfect womb
the next rich fertility of mental arousal
calling to the spilling of seed across the page
accompanied by the clumsy flailing
and thin pitched hosanna
of another newborn vision, naked and pink and wet
as still drying ink

backwards falling into release
the endorphin rush of culmination
floods into brief euphoria
short lived hush, tiny parchment hands curled against the heart
quietened in fleeting peace

Yet it is an insatiable cavity
this space within
momentary birth attendant while already
the lust
has begun its slow burn

We are a hungry breed