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.