i fall to the paper
drip like ink
and pale blue lines
make veins in my
new skin
i want to wear you with words
tell anyone who cares to read me
how you wrote all over my margins
how making love with you was one long happy prologue
though we were still in parentheses
the pen broke..
I ran apart, watered colors over the rest of my pages..
I dried my face with the sunlight and
waited to see ..what stains, irreparable, would mar the lines
What would be left of the strong dark flow
And if it did blotch
well it looks natural
looks like part of the pattern
and that’s all it is anyway
part of the pattern
part of the whole.
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