Paper Cut

The paper screamed…..

Fill me with all
that your heart desires
bleed upon my pages
I will leave you be
I will never inquire
I will whisper softly under
the strokes that spark your fire
let go
I will be your lover
I will be your friend
I will be here till
the bitter end
expose yourself to me
and I will not judge
I will be your angel of mercy
Your free flying dove
grant to me all the wishes
of your heart
I will not succumb to them
but from them I will not part

Lay yourself upon my open skin
Pour yourself upon me
Let it flow
I will absorb everything
that was
is
and what will be
Trust the blankness of my soul
Bare it
all