In short sweet bursts
gentle lines across my hairy arms
you have me believe
your eyes, your heart, your spirit.

You imprint over old pages,
adding boldness, and abstract symbols...
a little mystery
it makes me cheerful,
something new to read and decipher.

I wonder about you,
and I don't know the answers...
I cannot extract myself from the new edition,
some of it may be fiction, or wishes,
truth still paramount, but far from malicious.

You say nice things,
your hugs are delicious...
you speak masterfully,
and scare me beautifully,
it adds to my existence.