O-I

O-I

It isn’t enough
To see you
Through the spectre
Of your pen
Nor is it enough
To feel pencil
Slide between my fingers
Instead of your hand
It isn’t enough
To hope that one day
Your weathered lips
Will find their way to my mouth
To discover the secret words
I have hidden beneath my tongue
Nor will there ever be enough
Time to enfold
The weight of your body
Into these sheets
And ink myself
Onto your parchment skin
It is no longer enough
To write our love story
When all I want
Is to live it

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