tattoo

she tattooed my face on the skin
of her back
sculpting my enemy’s on her bone
deep inside

but all that i needed from her

was a whisper in my ear
and that she walked to my table
to sip my wine, my pain

squeezed from those grapes

of my joys, that unfolding
of her frame in that grotto
inside the cave of my heart

a re-arranging of cells

in my brain
that dictated my past memory
and future path of my limbs

as they walked to my grave

the real sleep, with unreal dreams
set aside, to my re-embracing
my mother’s womb

15.04.2012