An Inkling on the Skin

An Inking on the Skin

An
inkling
on
the skin

that
shares
its landscaped
nakedness

becomes precursor
to a needing moment's
then torrential
loneliness,

when all about
seems dispossessed
and yet the bounds
seem undistressed;

escaping,
for just a glimpse
in time,
melts objections,

beyond
scent
or any crest,
and then,

all three:
scent,
sight,
and pleasure

are loaded,
and a memory
becomes
a tattoo-in-time.