Tattoo

Blue marks on your Body
letters and eyes Deep holes,
numbers curled,
Frowning
where the skin has sagged;
hanging loose Like old cloth So pale
Underneath
the make up

I touch your hands (Almost lifeless I have never seen them so still)
And they are so
Warm; Wreathed
Signs; Some familiar Some not
Like the cobalt hands of Hollywood aliens

How long has it been?
Twen…
ty…
two years.
Days and weeks and months -Lightning flashes
For all I can see is you- your hands Bright white
Almost

girlish;

I loved them


What have you become