THE INKNOSER

2016 Oct 17, Monday

THE INKNOSER

I hesitate to tear apart

The covers shielding you from me

Yet with a gentle touch I peek and see

The whitest flesh tattoed with words

Though others called the scene defiled

I beg to differ; this is art and life

I devour paragraphs of ink

And drown in sweet perfume

A paradise between my hands

– theresurreccionofkevin 

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