They told me to listen to what my heart says and my fingers will translate from there.

I went back
to him
To 6th grade
back to 8 years
of anticipation

to his dimples
his hazel green eyes and
and I was going to stay on the couch but
when his hands
melted to my skin
they felt like home.

There we were
my clothes
falling off
my bones
and the goosebumps
dancing
on our skin

the moonlight pouring
through the blinds
spilling onto us
like milk.

I told him I wasn't ready
but he said
8 years
and I've never looked better
for anyone

Our eyes
they wrote books
to one another
and told our story
wrote
our story
and slowly
turned
the pages

as our
bodies distributed the ink.

Dipping
and carefully writing
history onto each
others bones,
into each
others bodies

I am stained forever
with your ink.