ink tickles

Photo by Velroy Fernandes on
i write 
on your page
slightly tickling 
your skin 
with a
f  e  a  t  h  e  r

dipping my finger
into the porcelain
so delicately
moist with 
i n d i g o
i n k

my soft
strokes very
lightly caress 
the most sensitive 
on your 
p  a  g  e
i take my 
dripping finger,
full of sensuous thirst,
and autograph 
some verse bites
on your back
c  o  v  e  r

and all night long
i keep writing
free rhymes
until you 
a  s  l  e  e  p

no need
for more words
as smudged ink
reveals i am about
to lose a bird
of my own
f  e  a  t  h  e   r

so long,
writing lover
of mine—
here is one last
indigo ink
for your 

g o o d n i g h t
p  o  e  t  i  c
d   r   e   a   m    s