You must believe in
the capability to fall in love
with ink smeared and blotted
onto a white page,
a Rorschach of romance.Fall into the imagery,
stumble down the line breaks
like a stair case,
maybe you will scrape your knee
and leave a little blood
embedded between blue lines
and black ink.This paper is bruised
from confessions
I’ve thrown into it.
Blue and New 