Pretty pages

Muse of black-eyed ink

Blue map of veins on your pale flesh

Those lines crossed and smeared with edit

Beneath your sheets I slide nakedly witness

To scrawling reminders of when we loved

As wordless beasts beneath metaphoric moonlight

Still wet from wombs of epiphany

Grasping desperately for rhymes of rhythm

For our wayward soles to dance in


4 thoughts on “Pretty pages

    1. p.s. I almost missed this, for some reason I appear not to be following you, though I’m not quite sure how. Wondering who else is missing out of my reader now as it did seem sparse


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