if ink flowed through
my veins,
then i already have you—
all thoughts: said or unsaid,
written down or not.
omnipresent in every nook,
filled to the brim;
exhaustively fluent.
kissing bugs may imbibe
to their heart’s content
through permeable susceptibility,
but they’ll return every drop,
injecting with a written apology.
if i evaporate to vacuity,
vapour will sprout
up to the clouds and
scribe them ink black
to project your cursives.
i become your language
and this is forever.