You are a tattooed mark
On my body
Under my hands, inside my heart
Nothing will ever be the same after you
Nothing
I am protected
By your being
By the memory of your touch
By the thought of you
Being held in your arms
I don't think I own any perfections
Just imperfect details
Creating a complex whole
A curved destiny
Always pliable
Spindle thread of life
Boundary makers
Inscribed, carved
Disambiguation
Secretly communicate
Fait