Writing is sexy, rock 'n roll magic,
cherry-red lipstick in the backseat.
It is fast cars, midnight downtown.

Writing is also quiet summer Sundays,
wispy white clouds and sea breezes.
Words form rainbows in the water.

Writing moves through your veins,
through your body-
sex, drugs, meditation-
whatever you want it to be,
it will be.
Writing will move you.