Ink on Her Skin

Ink on Her Skin

A temporary tattoo
of sorts,

written
on her skin

as he wrote
his ovations,

the ink bled
into capillaries

along the themes
of her smoothness.

Each letter
transposed

its calligraphic notes
as both

speculation
and novelty,

an awakened  state
of liquid darkness

and the fluidity
of final notions.

And through
all the trail

of its narrative,
rounding

each plateau
and orfice,

meaning
meandered

its authentic
measure,

a nakedness
of disclosure,

a rumination
of sacredness

and unavoidable
fear,

the signature
of a sadistic nature

and
a bending task,

working its way
along a reluctance

to see
that this

was not
an amusement.