Tuesday, April 18, 2006

NaPoWriMo (also belated)

Scribbling Love

Am I the ink, and you the pen?
Or are you the page I'm reading? My mouth
on your words. Perhaps
I am the page beneath you writing,
writing me.

I think we are neighbour pages nestled
within the binding strength,
the diamond stitching, of Love's book;
reading each other in the dark,
translating the rough prose
into verses of light.


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