Just wrote this in the past hour. It is a work in progress. I would love some feedback on it before I add anymore!
You’re a work in progress.
I’ll call you “project number one.”
You’re filed under September –
The year is irrelevant.
I hate writing you in pen and
Using a pencil is useless –
I never want an excuse to erase.
I greet you once the sun has dropped
And spread its shadow, with a red pen.
A glass of wine sits between us. You’ve
Always been up for some new ink.
I’ll cross out consonants like they’re eyes;
Add in words like they’re beauty.
Your face: indented white space.
Your body: the words.
My pencil: a needle.
I’ll prick your frame, beneath
Each wrinkle of text, till
Words – body-burrowed – bleed
To the neck of this page.
Let my lead soak,
The tip’s now wet and writes like pen.