Ink on paper

It’s the ink on paper
that steals hearts
and seals yours to me
It’s the strokes
we stole
one evening
long ago
Pursued through the streets of Dublin.
Who took the predators head
and held it up for all to look?
It’s the flotsam you carry
and the cloth on my nakedness
It’s the ink on paper
and the writing that fades in time.

2003 31-12