My Vellum
Alluring and demure
In your virginity
Never yet
Creased nor crumpled
Your tight young corners
Remain stiff and pert
In their newness
Your slim-sharp sides
Are tense for my touch
Lest blood be spilt

My gold nib
I dip
In midnight ink
Breaking its skin
And lift

It drops

One
Two
Black
Secrets

Plink

Back to their bottle

I am poised
Over your pristine smoothness
And with calm precision
I carve broad majuscules
That twist and cut
To hairlines of breathtaking
Intricate intimacy
Quick teasing serifs
Long lingering descenders
Bold strokes of tactile
Joy

And stand back
Empty
In wonder at
Your calligraphic beauty

02/27/2010

Posted on 02/27/2010
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