A mark on your chest-
with spiraling strings and flowing ink-
says so much in just the right way.
The tinsle like beads
and the halos of black
tell your story upon your back.
No words are needed,
yet are there if you choose.
I know that they say what you want them to.

That bloom on your arm-
in red and gold-
is opening always and never will close.
The strain of your muscles is easy to see,
and the way you feel comes easy to me.

With that one simple dip
and with one simple touch
your body will forever say too much.