To the one sitting next to me at the coffee shop:
Please excuse me for staring at your
tattoos. I look, not because I want to
but I am curious, like a child
I want to lick the lines on your arms,
skeletons and stones.
(I feel such hunger much too
often these days.) Your fingers,
they pull me from my seat when they
wave--my heart is waving
hello.
What did the tattoos look like? :)
ReplyDeletesao khong hoi minh what did it licked like? :)) i don't remember, my dear. i've also forgotten the face, but it was a nice one. :)
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