FIFTY SHADES OF BIC: from the stationary aisle to the edge of ecstasy

The notebook…

 

Your aloof attitude shall not spare you.

I have come for you,

Virginal notebook,

My pen cocked,

My ideas flowing.

 

You lie there,

Pristine, defiant,

Yet you know what lies ahead.

I shall find

Bliss among your blank pages.

 

You are my destiny.

 

Oh, do not act surprised!

You flirted shamelessly with me

from the stationery aisle -

all creamy paper and come-hither spine.

 

Let me doodle in your margins,

leave crumbs of brilliance

and droplets of midnight oil

between your lines.

 

You will enjoy the ride,

and together we shall become

 

Immortal.

 

My poetry collection, Illicit Croissants at Dawn, would love to be taken on holiday with you…

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