Boise

Pen up

Dropped.

Pen held, 

 ...down. 

Words lost 

Months on months on end

Then You. 

Pen up, mind drawn. 

Layers, ripped 

Decay, chipped

You

Blasting me

Blaring me

Loading my barrel. 

You. 

Potency, regaled to all senses

A decade deep

Our Love, entrepreneurial 

Ever young, ever fervent, ever engaged

It is the absence of our skins 

That stay put the sins

Preserving the mint

Of when first, We were 'coined'.