Underneath a heavy hand
wet ink stains the surface,
she denies
that none of this
is at all romantic.n
With so many choices
I’m sorry,
but I sorta fell in love tonight,
against all my protests
her star stuck mood had won.
Caught up, on the street corner
the fucking grass
was so much greener
because here
we are allowed
to pretend our love is blind.
We can finally sleep all loosely
in each other’s arms
without ever thinking twice.
Nothing is going to change,
because on every corner
there are these heavy hands
showing us the quickest way
to the best artists.
I watch her get a new tattoo.
With his heavy hands,
wiping off the excess ink
across her body,
it’s impossible to sit there
all comfortable seeing her
half exposed boob, the curve.
She planned this
on purpose, the little flirt
enjoying my jealous side
fighting to sit still
with my nervous laugh
my new companion.
The girl was winning,
smiling inside at my discomfort,
I swear, it wasn’t as gentle,
but then again,
she loves the painful needles.
It was a charming moment for sure,
I can’t deny
seeing her skin
getting permanently marked
was the drug
I find in her.
Hand in hand
trying to look
at our new additions
in the the storefront
reflections.
