center on her skin
pause
close in, legs uncrossing
she smiles.
I touch her (many firsts)
then she’s on her knees
blurred images, then a focusing
red tattoos blossom in lines
delicate and sharp
internal monologue, voice-over
my thoughts run parallel
to the stripes laid against her skin
pull back, expose her
she no longer smiles
her eyes are closed
freeze frame.
Nice :)
Lovely image. I guess her snapshot is the daily reminder – the soreness and possibly the blossom changes colors over time. sadly eventlually fades…
Beautiful, D.
A picture in words … the best kind.
“she smiles.
I touch her (many firsts)
then she’s on her knees”
Those were the strongest lines, to me, if only because they speak to how it was when I first fell for my lover.