Black Ink Brightly

Your black eyes,
pools of ink,
perhaps indigo,
they never blink.

Somewhere deep
within your soul,
tentacles reach…
my heart to hold.

Wrap it tightly.
Mightily squeeze.
Black ink brightly,
do as you please.


© CGT, 2018.

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