Lost in the handwriting,
The moment of the pen mapping your thoughts
Giving them a voice,
Giving light to what you have to say.

And before you know it
There you lie
Naked on the page.
Your form traced in ink
As it swirls and mixes with
The Fallen, salty tears
Soaking into the skin.

Light reaches the eyes,
The skin; our caresses.
Softness as the pen sculpts
And the chest relaxes,
Space between the ribs decreases –
Holding you tighter.
Seconds elongate
As the periphery spins,
The page boundaries now insignificant.

The stains of the ink
Scarring the body;
Fading to silhouette
And sustaining you in some way.


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