In my dreams,
I write poetry on her skin.
The pen moves gently and with compassion.
Words of love join hands,
waltzing across
her collarbones
her waist
her hips
covering her entirely.
I take my time, marking her arms with lyrics of adoration to cover
scars of self hatred.
"You are so beautiful."
She cries.
"This is beautiful."
I smile.
*"Oh, my love... the best have yet to be written."
Written quite a lot today...
another for R.
(surprise surprise)
I love you.
**
Leigh