Ink You

Like the fragrance of a book new

I feel a sublime freshness in you. 

Ink in my veins seeks refuge in your pages

To arrange itself into a beautiful verse. 

Soaking into the smooth texture

I spread attaining oneness. 

My chains adorning your surface in beautiful form,

Imprisoning thoughts lending you completeness. 

I traverse seamlessly within your margins, essaying one line after another. 

As the scent of my ink mingles with the aroma of your pages

It creates a heady mix.

I desire, to be trapped within your covers forever,  

To be the voice of every story you seek to tell.