Member Poem

Ink --
Together we flow
Liquid
On a solid page
Leaving behind
Rapid marks
of Indigo.
 
I complain --
Your blue betrays
Runs over
Into the red margins
Transgressing lines
All over
The page --
 
On one side
the world is mapped
on the other
my words.
 
Both connected
At the razor-sharp edge
Of a page
That often bleeds my finger
With a glide.