on most days
there is a quiet acceptance,

while others
tend to nudge you under the skin,

somehow always finding the bruises
that you let over grow
with moss,

covered, yet with traces
of forget-me-nots

always lingering in the air

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My path grew wider and more secure
until my weaknesses became the once-forgotten strength.

I moved forward to you, my destination,
the other part to my dark, to my light,
to the air scribbled in bold in my lungs,

drawn like blue ink tattoos, a map written in cursive,

always speaking of you.

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I imagine dipping my hands into ink, as it drips down my fingertips,
then sliding them against your body and pressing my signature into you.

Yes, I caught fire when licking my name off your thighs,
each letter ink tattooed in ceruleum blue, and pressed into your skin.

I wrote me, in a soul clustered map against the lines of your body,

forever claiming you mine

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resting so vulnerably
in the palm of my hands

a heart put together with careful threads,

stitched and seamed with silver linings,
steady iron, and cotton dreams

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you opened the door

(even as your soul was singing
in ink black)

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at the end of the day
I just want you under my fingertips

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what a fine blend of dripping chaos,
caramel
and Sea salt you are

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meet me on the e q u i n o x
somewhere between then and now,

where your whispers taste like powder sand
and liquid stars.

slipping my fingers into the marron
and cobalt streaked skies

slowly dipping my toes in your love
ever so gently, but with a blazing soul.

footprints on the moon,
imprinted over the kaleidoscope of your heart

my ever raging, peaceful midnight sun

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you are scratched into my arteries
as if a pattern scribbled down in cursive

and I am painted into you like a tattoo
masterfully imprinted into your soul,

in a never-ending blueberry ink
both sweet and pained

by years exhaled without you
and the ones inhaled
with your fresh lavender scent

always marking my lungs
with white crusted moonlight,
madness, and forget-me-nots

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my soul has a bruised structure
that’s centered somewhere under the tissue

breathing and exhaling air with carbonated fumes

trying to extract all the lifetimes
that they let me stay with you

humming a melody that’s settled into my bones
imprinted with a tattoo
that’s branded so deeply into these ribs

if you let me paint you over my skin
then the black ink

would spill out the letters of your name
letter by letter marking my path

t o y o u

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