Words float from my fingertips,
A delicate sensation;
Like fireworks on a darkened sky,
An explosive inspiration.

Shooting 'cross a blackened sky,
To illuminate the night;
Scattering the darkness away;
With beams of shimmering light.

Pouring forth from deep within,
Like pounding waves of desire;
The words no longer lay silently,
But speak the need to inspire.

The beauty of the written word,
Defined by inspiration;
Cries out inside to be released,
In a sensual flirtation.

Words float from my fingertips,
In a dance of written desire;
To sing a song of ecstacy,
And the beauty to inspire.

Allison Chambers Coxsey