I wrote a poem
today
I traced curling letters
in invisible ink
tentatively
across his chest
a tattoo
only I can see
I watched the vowels fall
down
his
spine
only to pool
in the small of his back
I sent the consonants to snake along his arms
the prettiest of my words encircling his wrists
my lips trail behind
erasing as they go
I turned him into a book
that only I can read
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
I wrote a poem
today
I traced curling letters
in invisible ink
tentatively
across his chest
a tattoo
only I can see
I watched the vowels fall
down
his
spine
only to pool
in the small of his back
I sent the consonants to snake along his arms
the prettiest of my words encircling his wrists
my lips trail behind
erasing as they go
I turned him into a book
that only I can read