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first poem for you

6.06.2012


I like to touch your tattoos in complete
darkness, when I can't see them.  I'm sure of
where they are, know by heart the neat
lines of lightning pulsing just above
your nipple, can find, as if by instinct, the blue
swirls of water on your should where a serpent
twists, facing a dragon.  When I pull you

to me, taking you until we're spent
and quiet on the sheets, I love to kiss
the pictures in your skin.  They'll last until
you're seared to ashes; whatever persists
or turns to pain between us, they will still
be there.  Such permanence is terrifying.
So I touch them in the dark; but touch them, trying.



- Kim Addonizio, Poetry



(Can you imagine someone writing this poem for you?)

1 comment:

jonathan edmund said...

Oh my god, I want to get tattoos so someone will write this poem to me! Woof!