Sometimes I don’t know what’s going on with my muse. All the same, have a little poetry.
A Page in Wait
White-breasted and virgin am I.
Lay eyes upon me,
then fingers.
Lay me down and press me,
smooth me under-palm.
A hitch in breath
at the first touch
of pen.
Thirsty fibres drink, saturate,
darken, flush with ink.
Pant with each scratch upon me.
Faster now.
Cover me, fill me to my edges.
Change me, claim me.
I shall never be the same.
Marked by your hands,
by your will.
Satiated?
There is another side to me.
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Author: Ethan Kincaid
Ethan Kincaid was born in 1985 in Ontario, Canada. He graduated from Carleton University in Ottawa with a degree in Linguistics and a minor in Japanese Language. After finishing his education, he settled down there with his wife Kaitlyn and became a full-time writer. In 2011, he moved to Montreal and discovered its vibrant writing culture.
In 2015, Ethan moved to Helsinki, Finland with his wife; he works as a creative craftsman and part time author. The greatest joy in his life lies in helping others find venues for their own personal expression.
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