I
Am waiting in your margins
Waiting patiently for you
To know my thoughts and dreams
To see me as I am
Out here on the other side
Of your punctuation
I
Am waiting in your margins
Living beyond the ink
I imitate memories
That I do not own
Of you saying love in
Penciled echoes
I
Lie just outside your margins
Naked and sumptuously warm
Waiting on the touch
Formed in flesh memories
Capturing in sepia tones
Charcoal shadows
I
Linger in the margins
In an imperfect light
Speaking to God
Of how my heart wants
To find promised favor
And printed solace
I
Will remain here in the margins
Needing to be called to you
And it is cold on the outside
Of your arms
But like a word once written
I will always be yours
© NP
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