If my skin was as transparent as my soul
you'd see the names of old lovers,
you'd see ashes of love letters
that faded with time,
you'd see words of a careful mouth,
you'd see the universe
I once opened up to experience
and quite enjoyed the way it tasted.
You'd see pale veins filled up with dark ink
staining all parts of me it touches.
You'd see that hint of something
you've always seen in my eyes
but never could put your finger
on what it was.
You'd categorize it as lust,
desire for the touch
of the deepest kind of love.
You'd see that the thoughts running through my mind
are those I saved for you.
And you'd know that it is your name
carved on the depths of every bone,
every single cell
that builds my body.