Plagiarism Poem by Kewayne Wadley

How can it be a crime if this feels so right;
Two souls that long to bleed as one.
A playwright as old as time.
Playrooms in need of company.
A script in need of print.
Bound by contract.
You and I
The ink, a testimony of souls.
Tender. Sweet.
For leaflets of paper we are.
Soon to crumble in the wind.
How can such be committed as crime.
Adultery of sin.
To love as such.
For our pages together
Wet, drenched in infatuation
Or dry as the wind that fulfills me with your caress.
We are together.
The mere thought influences deep passage.
Indicating a love
Vast in testimony.
Souls bound by ink.
Bled together as one.
Fluently as the air breathed through our lungs.
Pillars of strength to represent the boulders of symbolism
A need to fulfill copyright agreement
Vacated by touch.
A flight of upper proportion
Heavy scented in taste
Indented with purpose.
Direct quotes.
Articulate it is not allowed.
A law funded by need.
Selfish
As truly.
You are not mine.
No matter how bad I need you