Inkling    by  Felicity Daphné Baldry

a drop of ink
blotches the page
in drawn out paraphrase
through teased metaphor
to write this life

how much time
to hold a grain of sand
touch you
stand by me

a drop in the ocean
caresses my cheek
I thirst for you
salt dries my lips
with unspoken words

the ink
is caught in my throat
and everything matters

© Felicity Daphné Baldry