Refinement

He wanted old-fashioned words

The permanence of ink

And how I longed to give him both

Though my script is still unrefined

What would he think of my hand

The ugly scrawl across the page

That belies the beauty of the words

And the longing behind its meaning

How do I pen the rush I feel 

Each and every time I think of him

My inmost thoughts and darkest desires 

How well he has sunk beneath my skin

So I reveal myself to him slowly 

Stripping away my own insecurity

As his eyes run down this page 

Seeing me naked within these lines

The stroke of my hand is clumsy

How much finer the writing would be

If the words were spelled out by my lips

On the blank pages of your skin