When I kissed you
Ink dripped from our
linked tongues
Into your hands
That left word prints
On my back
       As you lift me
I wrap my legs
Around your waist
Our bodies drawing
Rapid waves
Pinning ourselves
Onto a bed
Filled with paper sheets
    We were writing poetry
    We were a never ending
Creation of a masterpiece
Waiting to be mastered
    And then I woke up
To an empty room
The walls screamed
Empty lines
I couldn’t find the
Strength to pick up the pen
To write us
A better ending
The blank spaces
You left behind
Drilled wrinkles
Onto the pages
Crumbling our art work
Into nothing worth
Publishing
       I wasn’t asking
For you to love me
I just wanted you to stay
The poems we made
Were extraordinary 
And now our ink
Has drained
No words can fix
The silence concealed
In the pages
We’ve never touched 
Your touch
will always be
Tattooed in my veins
The red stains
You punctured in me
Will forever sprain
      You walked away
Now all that’s left
Is a masterpiece
      With wrinkles and
Dry spots
Waiting to be mastered...