I could listen for hours as he,
laying on his back in the dark,
explained every tattoo that covered his
smooth
perfect
skin.
I trace my fingers over the one he's currently talking about
lightly
gently
like even the slightest bit of pressure would hurt him
like his tattoos were still only a day old.
he talks about them quietly
slowly
like he's trying to remember the story behind them
and it's in that moment
under his dark blue sheets
and the pitch black sky
that I fall in love with him