'there's plenty of ink.'

i know a few things about ink
and the trails of perfect creeks it leaves
on the apples of your cheeks, staining your clothes
i count your imaginary lights and teeth
tie them in knots that you call ribbons
but undo, regardless, of my persistence
i have seen your resplendence
and knowing eyes, you knowingly
want to kiss me, i bet, i'd bet
my whole heart on it

come find me and
wake
me
up