I sank my breath into your heart,
writing into your core,
I chiseled my words into your cells,
they spilled out of your pores.
I dug my eyes into your lids,
you close them –
Do you see me?
I drank my lips upon your neck,
the one created…
It could not be?
I sang my thoughts straight into yours,
you heard every word,
I listened to your silence,
echoes of me –
My ink I placed into your grasp,
left naked and exposed,
I stand alone,
lonely, while unclothed.
My fingers poured into your flesh,
flecks I gave freely,
quivering to the top of your head –
yet, you are able to resist –
all of my tattooing.
been watered down
a farce of permanency
leaving fading trails
placed in the palm of the moon.)