What's My Name?

Push against the walls of my lined paper
Until the ink spills out of this metallic pen; exorcised love juice from the tip
As I sip from the words birthed from my lips it drips onto my hand, fueling me to write...faster
...harder...more! What's my name?
Scribble it down across my chest so my heart could read it
Invisible spells that hypnotize my mind as it sees it move throughout my body like an orgasm
The desire to spread this verbal energy like metastasis across the bare wall of virgin minds
Fill my lines, flip the page, spread my soul across an ocean of pleasure that is translated into rhymes.
Try and find me hidden deep within the context clues of my thoughts
Read me. Make words to me. Feel that ish, like the blind who depend on vibration.
Hunger for me like starvation.
Tell me that you like it...when I go crazy with my extended vocabulary and uses of metaphors and similes.
In case you didn't know, I want you to be a part of me like fire and heat
Make you weak in the knees with just one blow of my insanity
Snatch your breath away like I just stole your right to air
Run you out like someone who forgot the cab fare
In exchange for your addiction to my ever expanding need to just have you listen
...listen to me
Embrace the co-dependency for our survival in a world that isn't right
Let's write together, forever and get intoxicated; drunk off of one another's pain and pleasure
Mixed with the whatever's and somewhat's and the not so black and white of our lives
Push against the walls of my lined paper
Read in between the lines of my words and essence that has kissed the face of adversity
What's my name? Scribble it down across my chest so that my heart could read it.
And so that I can become what I have always been...a writer in disguise...a lover of my pen.