My solace comes in
blemished sheets
bleeding the ink of
unspoken words
and broken sentences
i wake up with
on the tip of my tongue

I seek the comfort
nestled within
the gap between
my thoughts
and the pen

     bring me a knight
     without the sword,

kiss my ink-stained fingers
search me in the
labyrinth of letters
and

     *i promise to love you in a paragraph.