If I could write using moonlight I'd pick up a quill And break it while Imprinting your name over and over again All over your skin and mine A strange, mismatched puzzle Tattoos spreading across both our skins Yearning for the other The letters reaching out Across the expanse of space and skin Attempting to form a complete picture With each other And display my masterpiece
Apart- senseless
But placed against each other They read out An entire story Told in two words
Borne of a strange need for possession I would keep writing until you and I Would bleed the colours of the evening skies The silver scars, like intertwining webs A destiny wound together in a braid