is the one I always write for you
but not in paper
with ink and pen
It's the one I tattoo on your back
with soft bites and kisses
and my venomous tongue
It's not the kind that I could publish
or even share with someone else
it's yours, and only yours
I don't think I could ever write again
something as beautiful as that poem
which is almost as ensnaring
as the poem you write for me
when I look in your eyes
And so we go
through life
sometimes broke
sometimes sick
sometimes both
but just remember you carry
that poem I left on your back
just like I carry that beautiful image of us
looking in our eyes
deep inside my heart
3 comments:
This is my favorite poem. Love it, love it, love it!
Why is it that everytime I read your words, it is I who crave to be the one who is tatooed with bites and kisses? Your words transport me away from this computer, away from this mundane life--into serendipity. While in this serendipitous state I can almost feel the brush of lips on my back, and see your eyes staring into mine.
which is almost as ensnaring
as the poem you write for me
when I look in your eyes
I am nowhere close to being able to articulate anything today so yeah...Love love love it!!!
~Andrea
Like the poem as well, but did you really need to use the Scorpions cover art? Love at first sting baby.
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