who needs a clipboard anyway? the back of a lover's legs are enough lacking the flat judgement of wood embracing the fluid of my words upon the sweet kiss of skin.
absorb me in the cracks of your mind. soak me into the patience of your smile. drink me in the holes of your eyes. lead me into the scars of your past. lose me in the folds of your heart.
crack open the yolk of my heart and let me leak into my streets of veins. allow me to drip into your soul and sink like grinds to the bottom of my midmorning melancholy coffee.
the ink of my favorite pen seeps into the threads of my sleeves. i sit, watching it spread across fibers to infect new lands and conquer old stains.
my ship never had a sail but my hands are strong enough oars i can carry myself across oceans treading night after night until i reach you on the shore.