The Darker Touch

I like to touch your tattoos in the dark,

this way I can’t see them. I know exactly

where they are. I know by heart the precise

lines of lightening pulsating across

your chest, I can find them, as if by impulse, the green

blades of grass on your forearm where a tiger

camouflages in, glaring outward. When I pull you

 

to me, I take you in until we’re useless

and silent between the sheets, I kiss

the engraved pictures on your flesh. Permanent ink,

 committed and bold. Position me like a tattoo,

let me be everlasting on your body.  Till death do us part

there will still be the stains.  Fingers laced,

 I sit and touch your tattoos in the dark.

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

As a tattooed mess that I am, I can say I wish ANY one looked at them this way. The tracing of the form, the areas where the depth of the needle caused little raises, the perfection in the imperfection and the love that is shared.

And doing the nasty...but love comes first here.

Bravo Ms. Reno. Nice work

[SpokenWord]

Hum never looked at a tattoo like this before, so sensual and yes so loving as it leads to ever lasting. I think we all want a person to feel this way about us, and we love to feel this way about another person person. Your words are sensual and you paint a wonderful picture.

[Coyote Poetry]

Now this is some powerful poetry. Each line adding to the emotion and desire of the writer. I like the pace and the description of each tattoo. The ending made the poem complete. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote