Mark my flesh
for all to see,
a sign of possession,
or just a by-product
of a moment together.
Either way
my reaction is a knowing smirk,
my step a little lighter
as I continue my day,
watching people’s
second glance.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Mark my flesh
for all to see,
a sign of possession,
or just a by-product
of a moment together.
Either way
my reaction is a knowing smirk,
my step a little lighter
as I continue my day,
watching people’s
second glance.