On My Notebook Pages

Your eyes are blue like ocean waves

All the currents hidden beneath

I could slip right in on a hot day

To cool my body’s heat

 

You are but a specter on the page

A few quaint words of rhyme

You waft the scent of sun and sage

The ink you bleed is mine

 

I shape you with a lusty pen

Into a sculpture of my delight

In loops of scrawl your body bends

On the sheets of moonlit night

 

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