Oh white paper,
challenging me to carve Your purity,
daring me to draw lines that will align into letters, 
maybe words, phrases even

Oh white paper
let me carve you with the sharp peak of this nib,
allow me to turn your white into a bed and a stage.

I promise to turn your white into the sail
for the vessel hosting my fire, love, lust and kisses,
you’ll be the cradle of my bleeding kindness, struggles and tears.

I’ll make of you the screaming gate
for the realm of demons, dragons, knights and damsels
inhabiting my mind and craving to exist
on this other side of my dreams.