I like your handwriting
and particularly the hand
attached to it;
swooping and curving
delicate as a fingerprint.
Pen touches paper,
the sweat droplet escaping,
accidental wrinkles
and coffee stains
intimate as
meanings between lines.
I imagine you
concentrating deeply
and I see from afar
this blissfulness
and capture it
in my mind
until you,
smudging ink
along your brow,
seal and stamp
the words that
no longer belong
to you
alone.