literature

Ephemera

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I wrap myself in your pages.
Thumbing your edges,
tracing your spine;
feeling the leaves of you
with every fragile turn

Your ink is on my skin.
You mark me. With
Words and rhetoric.
And I'm not sure where
the pages end and I begin

(Canvas est corpus -
I can feel you writing into me.)

And though I'm never sure
if I am lovesong or
parable; dreamscape or
memoir - I love
the ways you write on me.

I am simply afraid
to one day see your
Masterpiece.
And all I have been
is a gloss in your margins.
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SubjugatedSandwich's avatar
Oh wow. Each stanza of this is like a stone skipping across my soul creating little waves that resonate across this little ol' pool of me.