«I Write» - a poem

 “what do you do

you ask

not for a living

but to stay alive

what do i do for myself?

what reminds me to breathe

and makes the blood in my veins dance.


i tell you i write

trailing my fingertips

down your spine

gently caressing your skin

giving you goosebumps


fists clenching

and your muscles tighten

as i draw words

on the inside of your forearm

so this is what you do,

you whisper

you flirt with attention


i look away,

blushing

yes, i do


every night as i slide into bed

i let poetry seduce me

i have an ongoing affair with language

i find words so erotic

i really can’t help

taking them as my lover.”

- Iselin Amanda Støylen

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