poems for you. always for you. ✓

i n k - h e a r t s

my ink ran dry

until you poured your own

that bleeds

a soft, sacred scarlet

onto mine,

and now i have

an ink heart

that beats

only for you,

every heartbeat

pumping words

in a rhythm and flow

that's almost

as hypnotizing

as your own,

and i long

to read your words

and have something

soar

within me,

whether it be

a dove that has long since

fluttered

restlessly

in my ribcage,

or a hopeless dream

that sings of romance

in the narrow, melodic streets

of Italy,

and i'd love to

share these wanderlust

fantasies

with you—

maybe in verse

under cherry trees

with our faces painted

a dim, sleepy glow

by this drunken moonlight,

and with our lips

dabbed with the sweet, sticky honey

from the remnants

of the past day's sunshine,

or simply

in old conversation

that holds no metaphors—

only a song

that sings it to you

straight,

with only a few

little detours

to leave the pathways

of my soul

ablaze

as we take a road trip

down each other's minds,

carving hearts

along the way,

so we might visit them

someday

down memory lane

love,

mari