Blank Page Staring

I have prolonged the agony
Of sleep and failure
Even when my pencil has abandoned me.

Where are those words which
Speak of your graces? I have searched
Through written reminders and odd collectives
Of related excerpts. Nothing found

How do I tell of tawny eyes staring
And a silhouette polished
For hours upon hours upon end?

Or of kisses that line themselves
Along my spine and soothe my fears
Or embraces that chase fears away?

I look under the carpet.
Nothing found.