I am trying to remember your tattoos
and I cannot.
You had a goddess on your calf,
but which one?
There are the vines that started on your ankles,
and wound up your strong legs,
traveled the curve of your hip,
Or did they begin on your arms?
Fuck, I should know this.
I remember the heart on your ass,
the mermaid on your chest,
the rocket ship, somewhere.
I spent so many hours looking at these tattoos
I should know them as well as my own body.
I don't though.
The edges blur away
When I try to think of your body
I feel my hand tracing the curve of your back.
I smell amber and wine.
A fertility goddess on the shoulder,
laughing and tumbling
out of bed together in a
Crime scenes, willow leaves on your neck.
Drawings by Luke, a rocket, a cat, and was there a heart in there?
I should know this.
I tried to memorize them on so many nights.
I should fucking know this.
The lilies on your arm, I can taste your stomach.
I tried to look back at the captured moments.
Never once did I think,
take pictures of all her tattoos,
one day you wont be able to remember them.
One day you will not be welcome to look or touch.
I can remember every curve of your body.
I remember every fold,
I can feel your soft feet and your stubble covered legs
I would not want any other way.
But...I can't see you baby,
I can't see you.
How many times
did my hands roam your canvas?
How many times did I long to be the ink
in your skin?
I wanted you to
take my pain and make it yours,
carry me around with you,
I wanted you to blend our pain
and make it something beautiful.
I can hear your voice,
the one I thought you
just for me.
The stain of you covers me and I just want this taste out of my mouth.