Magnets And Ink

It stretches from the Arabian bends
Of your collar bone 
Over the mountainous terrain
Of that shoulder
You shrug, with such elegance,
As though it were a song
Set in motion by the movement 
Of a girdle...

It climbs down the olive skin
Of that back
On which you lie 
As I lay upon your solid being,
And we move in tandem
With our throbbing hearts
And ragged breath
To a song only we hear...

Black ink that carries
My name and yours,
Entwined into a perfect marriage
Of design and depth-
I stare at the tattoo,
Sated from your loving,
Your hand still in mine,
My name still on your lips,
Leaving them like a sparrow
That leaves its nest each morning
Only to return to it
Each night...

We always come back to each other...