Tattoo

I picture me and you

as an everlasting tattoo

to exist, to bear, to will

endlessly... like when we first escaped to the sea

waves rolling towards the never-ending sunset

a flame like the blazing embers illuminating our fireplace

burning up the absolute sky like an eternal tower of timber extending upwards

ashes identical to gulls soaring through the clouds of billowing smoke

serrating the memory of our first kiss

which I do not remember flaring with a passion, but instead flickered a captivating spark

reflecting off seagull wings, discarded feathers enclosed by our awaiting hearts

tickling blood vessels until they burst and rupture with the charcoal of our compassion

cauterizing conjoined tendons like stitching open wounds, suturing seamlessly

our lives are boundless tattoos intertwined, crisscrossing the entity of my flesh

never ceasing and forevermore

leaving reminiscent of bygone days and contemplations

on what shall pierce my skin next

abandoning rivers of ink across the canvas of my soul

shallow swirling streams and bubbling babbling brooks covering the expanse to my ocean of coal