Love in Writing

Your blank page

Blinding 

Empty, souless

Pathetic rage, screaming endlessly

Needing my aged black ink

To stain your 

Pure

Weak

Flesh

Your blank face

Yearing for my universe

The sways and curves of my lines and letters

Scratching across the page

I marvel at the secrets you keep

Hints

Decisions to be made

An or the

Life or death

A simple conclusion

The meaning of our love, mostly

My harsh dark words and your innocence

Able to fill my addiction

Or perhaps

Just yours