Barefoot Whistlers

My fourteenth tattoo is a portrait
of you.
Though it's small, I think it
captures you.
I mean the way you're eyes widen around,
so brown.
And the story of your scarring dimples,
so profound.
And the wiseness in each baby tooth bone
you still own.
It says you never let your childhood go
on your own.
And your greasy hair was cut oh so
long ago.
And it draws oh so much attention to your ears
and nose.
And your lips are pursed in such a way,
to this day,
it appears you might be whistling,
unafraid.
It seems as though you wiggle
your toes.
It draws oh so much attention to your ears
and nose.
You are much too close to perfect
to fake.
As the needle pressed in I felt
no pain.
Now your face, my darling is forever
framed,
by my wiggling toes on my
lower leg.