The Meadow Literary and Art Journal 2011

The Darker Touch by Alexandra Sweeney 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 lightning 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. theMeadow 119

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