Pen=Poem

I clutch
his pen,
He smiles.
I stroke a
letter-
as stiff as
its sheath.
The cap
holds tightly
giving beauty
to its
character-
Faceless.

I clench
his
Pen
again-
it's
never
as stiff
during
the
first time
I held it-
my syllables
slowly
scatter
each time
I
scribble
my
words.