Dip the velvetine brush of you
in to the inkwell and linger there
this calligraphy; the passionate notations
of desire, all crisp strokes and tender flourishes
the paper so ardently wants the quill
to write poems of love's power
upon the warm supple parchment of your skin
secret words that only you:: mad, mad lover comprehend
this will be my new language.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Pillow Book
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