Writing with my soul's dark ink

Words quicker than I think,

Molten flowing thoughts reveal,

A way for poet's heart to heal...

Not sugar sweet nor honey gold

But mere honest words are told,

The secrets buried deep inside,

That Love demands I shall not hide.

Stolen glances, pounding heart

The Distance that keeps us apart,

The need to see, and touch, and kiss

The needs and wants that we two miss.

Fingers that reach but cannot find

The body hid somewhere behind

Land and oh, the endless sea

Which ever flows twixt her and me.

The laughter that should loud resound,

The oaths by which we should be bound,

The whispers passed by candlelight

Lovers entwined by dark of night.

No ink, no words, can touch the skin.

This separation is a sin.

But, perhaps, these words find grace,

Somehow take my missing place.

Your whispered name upon my lips,

Your phantom at my fingertips.

These poor words all I can give,

And love as long as I shall live.

Ink will fade and paper crumble

But, these words, sincere though humble,

Pressed to your breast, to beating heart,

May cross the distance we're apart.

Copyright December 23, 2023 by Donovan Baldwin