You walk <br />through my written words <br /> <br />that I strew <br />before you <br /> <br />faced with <br />the blankness <br /> <br />of the next day <br />of the next page <br /> <br />I create the next word <br />like a stepping stone <br /> <br />from sentence <br />to sentence <br /> <br />keeping you alive <br />as I write <br /> <br />I take your hand <br />and guide you through <br /> <br />this forest of words <br />(don’t be afraid) <br /> <br />the sound of your footsteps <br />the itchy scratch of my pen <br /> <br />I write you alive again <br /> <br />make you turn <br />& kiss me <br /> <br />again...again <br /> <br />even if it’s only <br />a paper kiss <br /> <br />a paper kiss <br /> <br />the paper cut of memory.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paper-kiss/
