The maiden character,

ran through pages leaping

into one spacious

timeless chapter

after another.

Bound and bundled.

With worn torn, brown leather.

Tied together with rawhide boot strings.

Scent of leather androgyny

lingers and excites.

Manuscript breezes slow, patiently,

waiting on top of warm silvery,

slippery satin sheets.

Fresh from the clothesline

hanging high and dry inside out.

Thirsty to arise,

to become alive.

To thrive,

underneath her author’s

embodied fingers.

Moving lavender pen

to parchment with persistence.

Sliding across her striving mind.

Milking moist thoughts.

Lightly pasting memories into place