I write Love on my wrist
mingling with
my blue veins
which I can trace to my heart
over my goose bumped skin
from the cold breeze
bumbling across my ankles
and the hot breath
on my collar bone
ink stained fingers
and love fading on my wing
but not on the one place it always stays
like the place
mama said would inflate when I saw you
and you baptized me with your wandering laughter
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