Resist

I resist you
o'pen
I fear your ink
I fear the way you pour 
yourself on virginal pages
I fear the contamination 
of your words
I fear your sting
your poison
the venom
soaked up
by innocent brides
in white gowns...


I resist you 
o' pen.


My fingers reach out
timidly 
in your direction
I hold back
paralyzed by unseen
critics


I reach out to you
but the door of my heart
slams in your direction
a shutting bang
in the face
of an outsider
of a foreigner
a door to door 
merchant 
of words...


I resist you
o' pen
I resist myself
in the battle of wills
will you or I 
win ?