Seeking her lips in every space,
each silent pause,
aching for punctuation marks
to heal upon my wounded heart.
Her words like illicit opiate
bring me sweet relief,
raising more than just a smile
but spirits too.
But she will never know
how she has touched me
deep,
with nothing more than her
daily poetry.
Kisses tinged in flowing ink,
a soft caress
in un-creased virginal page,
a shared love shaped by sultry syllables
and yet we\'ve never met
and never will
my
illusive muse