Writing into blankness

I wish I could send

you a blank paper

without a drop of ink

and you could interpret
instantly, my feelings.

O words

I'm guilty

of molesting you

I have sheltered you,

never lived with you;
in all the fibs and fables
you were the untouchables.

For I have always hidden some words
never allowed them to surface
lest they brutally undress
me, my world
I try now to write on your mind

without the fluid
most of the times
they’d be shy and would cower
at other times
they’d remain as it were
pure, with power.

I now wipe with care the liquid

from those tearing leaves

transcend the innocent thought

that doesn't block, doesn’t blot

but which in me blankly lives.