Ink You
Like the fragrance of a book new
I feel a sublime freshness in you.
Ink in my veins seeks refuge in your pages
To arrange itself into a beautiful verse.
Soaking into the smooth texture
I spread attaining oneness.
My chains adorning your surface in beautiful form,
Imprisoning thoughts lending you completeness.
I traverse seamlessly within your margins, essaying one line after another.
As the scent of my ink mingles with the aroma of your pages
It creates a heady mix.
I desire, to be trapped within your covers forever,
To be the voice of every story you seek to tell.
