and with the smallest of nibs
I would write in detail
the full extent of how i love you

millions of the tiniest
of words

till
your body
would transform
from
white
to a multi coloured
rainbow of words

and then pressing my hands
over each letter
each word
to take you in

as if by pressing
you would always
know this truth
this living body book
of love

Poetic enough for you?

If you could cover me in ink

Your nib

Gently tracing the crevasses

Outlining the landscape

The peaks and valleys

Hillsides

And tiny roads

That make up

The map of my body

Knowing the geography in such a way

That only a local would

Not a tourist or a traveler

But someone who has spent time

Considerable time

With their hands, blood and bones

Turning

And

Pressing

The land...

If you could cover me in ink

In such a way as this

...would you.

The dark wielding wave

A black tarnish

Thick and hot

Turns and grinds away

At my heart

I have no strength to bend

No strength to stop

And yield its course

The material

The metal

The mirror in my gut

Is sore

And tired from the journey

Which has only just begun

Contortions

Of pain

(Not pleasure)

Cuddle and curl

Wrapping themselves tightly

In my blood

Dreams

And

Joy

My breath is heavy

My lungs,

Undeserving of air,

Struggle

Leaving every inch of room for wind and breeze

And yet no gust

Is enough

To calm my beating pulse

My knees give way

A slow slide to the ground

Without the muscle

To stand