In my dreams, I write poetry on her skin. The pen moves gently and with compassion. Words of love join hands, waltzing across her collarbones her waist her hips covering her entirely. I take my time, marking her arms with lyrics of adoration to cover scars of self hatred. "You are so beautiful." She cries. "This is beautiful." I smile. *"Oh, my love... the best have yet to be written."
Written quite a lot today... another for R. (surprise surprise) I love you.