I fell in love with his words
long before I found his face.
The way his ink was messy
and all over the place.
The sharp edges of his pen
and the emotions that flowed across the page
of unrequited love and sleepless nights.
I imagined his fingers entwined with his pen
they way it whispered when it grazed his chin.
Emotions dug up from the souls of his depth
the way the words hummed against the blank
pages of his life.
I found myself holding onto every word
as if I was grasping for straws.
I needed his poetry against my lips
needed the sound of scribbles across the page.
I dove into the pages of the life he wrote
fell in love with this man
and all his quotes~
His words echoed long into the night
of readers lust taking flight~