Inked Words

I write poetry

Ink

On my thighs

Bared

But for the look

In your eyes

You trace letters

Words

Beneath

Your fingers

Asking why

I’ve given up

On paper

Possibly

An excellent question

But it doesn’t lessen

My intent

To press

Ink

On the places

That I wish

You knew

Were yours

Haikus

Gently scribed

On the inside

Of my right thigh

About

Moonlight

And how you like

The way

My skin glows

Different

Than yours

Warm

Honey and blush

Like the natives

Hair dark

Like dusk that's impatient

When it comes 

Sweeping in 

Down the naked

It'll touch

I leave words

For you

To follow

To read

The heart

I keep hidden

Spilling ink

On my thighs

To lessen

The hurt

Of the absence

Of my

Ability

To speak

To be

Honest

About my feelings

Stealing

Just moments

Of your time

As you skim

Line

After line

Off my prime

And ready

Skin

Ink to end

Sentences

That threaten

At my lips

When

You read into me

More

Than I can give 

Ink that stains

The promise

From my lips

On wet

Flesh

At my hips

Ink

In sync

With my wants

Haunting

All across

My palms

Smudged

Giving away

My secrets

Seeping

Deep

Down

In my pores

Poetry of note

So that you know

I’m yours