It belongs to you
But you look so magical
Spending your nights tanning under the moon
Coyotes howl at the sight of your hue
What I'd do to feel your cold porcelain touch
With it you could rearrange my blues
Perhaps into something more appealing
Your flesh doesn't need ink, opinions, or me
Simple to see, what waits for you is so grand
But even if something happens to your beauty
There will still be a place for you between my hands