your ink finds me in the quiet hour
a midnight tide beneath my skin
it gathers in the well of my pen
like breath returning
I lower nib to page
you are the steady current
where I am empty you arrive
fill the hollow without a sound
spilling dark into every waiting vein
what I thought was absence
opens like a door
the page drinks
the silence answers
and somewhere between
your tide and my heartbeat
something unnamed
learns to live in ink
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
Oooh! I really like that second verse, Jennifer. 💕
Aww, thank you, Michael 💕
Beautifully written ✍🏾👌🏾
Thank you very much!
Pleasure.
Wow! So loved this, Jennifer!! I always love your visualization of what you write about so that we have images in our minds!!!
Especially, loved your ending lines!!! Mmmmm!!!
the page drinks
the silence answers
and somewhere between
your tide and my heartbeat
something unnamed
learns to live in ink
Chuck 🙂 xoxo
Beautifully written, Jennifer.
Thank you so much, T!
My pleasure. ❤️
I shall never think of pen and ink in the same way, Jennifer, … so wonderfully descriptive, …💙
You’re so sweet, Penn. I just adore you 💙
Reciprocated Jennifer, … have a great weekend,…💙
I hope you do the same 💙
So nicely written! Thank you for sharing!
Thank you for reading!
You’ve been on a roll since I’ve been gone! 😉
Thank you, lovely 😍
You’re welcome. ❤️
Beautiful piece! Felt it
Noah! Thank you so much!