Bleeding ink

As I write out all these words in ink,I feel as if I fear that blood will pour
in the stead of ink because my heart
has been ripped open; stripped by the sound of some
melodious laughter; th’ harmonious sound of you.
You have taken hold of my heart, and I
am powerless to stop your fingers as they
smooth the roughness from my skin and make me
whole again. You alone have brought me
joy – more than any other could,
more than any other would, and now
I sit here trembling because I fear
what Fate may bring to come to pass and I
cannot bear the thought of ever losing
you, my Love. I cannot lose you too.
You are my hope, you are my joy, and words
there aren’t enough to bear the weight of what
I’m pouring out, dear Love, in secret, just for
you. Always you. Only you.

Refuge

She is 

my favorite 

hiding place 

I escaped into her 

when language 

wouldn't let me be

You

There is you.How do I explain you?
How do I characterize you, 

communicate you, describe you, 

interpret you.

How do I convey you, 

define you, depict you, 

give a sense of you?

How can I explain

what it is about you that excites 

and thrills me. 

That makes me hunger for you. 

That takes my breath away. 

That makes me want to write poetry 

with you in every single line?

How can I paint a picture 

of what captivates and enthralls me. 

Enraptures and arouses me. 

Makes me smile stupidly. 

Like a schoolboy. 

Like a fool?

How do I put into words 

how you make me feel beyond powerful, 

beyond strong?
How do I write this down clearly now?

When I barely know the answers myself.