Saturday 7 January 2012

Tattoo

On my arm there is a smudged stain
where you scribbled your number and name,
and I wonder if it will remain
for as long as you've been on my brain.

I've scrubbed at it until I bled
but it was still there when skin was shed
so it will stay until I am dead
or at least until I'm in your bed.

I keep your name close like a tattoo
your ink touches me royal and blue
and now whatever I choose to do
I am always reminded of you.

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