Tangled Branches

When you left, your skin was pure, broken only by that constellation of freckles nestled on your chest. I remember marveling at your naked skin, its bronze luminescence, its perfect unpredictability. When my fingers were able to once again feel your warmth, they couldn’t help but trace the ink, the pictures, burned, tattooed into your […]

“The Stars”–June 29, 2013

Dear Johnny, I remember talking about your tattoo.  The room was dark and we were tangled together, skin to skin.  I could see the outline of your face, your nose, your eyelashes.  I traced my finger over the picture on your bicep, outlining the pyramid with my touch.  You told me about the “All-Seeing Eye” and how it […]