Inklings
your ink
scripted so seductively
succumbs me
a statue of hieroglyphs
meticulous in manner
meandering
amid lasting memories
bleeding into my distended veins
you're a word of wisdom
imbibing
of my essence
with lips of long
as night stars hold view
shadows will awaken
with her solemn kiss
to the morn
begetting the radiance
beaming inside
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2021
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