Your name was written accross the soul of my feet...a symbol of my enslavement to you. As you are with me every waking moment of the day ...

I say nothing ... yet with each step i take my body cries out your name. How did i get here? Lost .. in a sea of emotions ... desperate for the captor of my soul.

I trace each letter like the blind reads braille - yet it is merely paint...somehow you have penetrated me...
I can feel each letter ever so softly as if to carress your tender form ... needing you
I touch my feet in the hopes that you shall also feel the warmth me ....

This simple black ink against my skin