STARE AT THE VIRGIN WHITE PAD
ITS BEAUTY SCARRED BY THE WORDS.
THE UGLINESS OF THE PROSE
A CATAFALQUE OF HOPE.
THE ‘INK’ RUNS RED
REPEATING THE PHRASE
REPULSED AT YOUR NAME
IT SWIRLS INTO INCOMPREHENSION.
THERE ARE QUOTES CLEVERER THAN THE AUTHOR
EMOTIONS STRONGER THAN THE MOST POTENT WINE.
HE CARVES HER NAME ONCE MORE
SEALS THE LETTER WITH A KISS
WITH A LAST BREATH
WITH LOVE.