i wish i could leave prints on your skin,
and bruise and sketch and feel
because your body brushed in
too rough and too smooth and just yes.
ill leave smudges of ink on your ankles,
and twist the ink through your bones
and track the grooves of your spine
and taste the stains beneath your veins,
because maybe then youll understand,
how your words sunk into me.

9/1/12