Traveling Touch

You can always find me, lost in the lines I drew on your back.

When I looked at you I never saw the flaws
Only the beauty of your hands
Caressing the small of my back, nimble fingers
Massaging the skin you lathered in roses and thorns
Your veins leaking blue blood, I witnessed the remnants
Of your heart you poured out to me, so red and bloody
With your face growing pale in the moonlight-
I caressed your face, touching your skin
Crafted in the store of marvels, soft and taut
Reminding myself
That with you I always was lost