Ink Blots

(As Published in Silhouettes of Stardust)

My thoughts of you bled into all of my pursuits.

Waterlogged ink blotting the page.

I sought your smile

with my finger on the shutter

before each image I captured,

your fingertips capturing my fluttering pulse.

I found you in the dark room,

the gentleness of your touch

raising hairs on my skin

as I lifted photos from film.

You added color to my canvases,

misplaced brush strokes

trailing over clean lines,

your kiss straying from my lips.

My love for you bled into all of my dreams,

Waterlogged ink running across fresh pages.