You’ll outsmart death
With stygian ink on white
And conquer life
Through the iridescent glow
Of lamplight behind thin paper;
I’ll etch your pulse into syllables
And whittle your skin into careful articulations Wherein each letter is an elegy.
I’ll divide fragments of your existence
Into rhymes and rhythms
And through an artfully crafted diction,
You’ll become a lasting deity.
Your impressions will be left
To unborn eyes-
Untouched ears-
And unmapped tongues.
You will be contemplated
Into divergent wisps of articulation.
Your touch will linger on pages
And your love will persist in ink
-And you will live forever.