Embarkation

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

When love writes itself
upon the empty page,
does it dart and strain
meandering slowly here
and there and taking up
the cadence of a mad god?

Footfalls close
Hands close
Hearts closer still

until

the last trail of ink
bleeds into the page below
and screams into
some lost void
the enormity of what
has only just begun.