The greatest sign of love perhaps
is taking the words out of your mouth,
and stringing them across my shoulders for all to see.

Like a chain of verbs and linked perceptions
stuttered to anyone and everyone who has the time to listen but
rarely do they have enough to understand.

A declaration of dependence
for the sake of our sanity.

A dependence on declaring
for a reason unknown to our egos.

and slowly these premeditated meditations will sink into our skin,
tattoos of our words engulfing the private eye.
Ones that only we can see.