"The mysteriousness of ink"
Taking up the forgotten pen
Drawing lines of black across my arms
Tracing edges of leaves, petals, stems
To form a group of roses
An area of darkness amid pale skin
The mass appears to absorb into my pores
Becoming a part of me
Skin with ink
Mixing with the unknown
From the point of the pen
More ink emerges
The black changes to form
Reds, greens, purples, yellows, blues…
Amid these colors
Two particularly stand out
Reds and greens dribble
Down the contours in my skin
To collect in the center of my arms
Mixing together
Separating to form
The green of the leaves, the stems
The red of the petals
An abundance of roses
Seductive, lustrous, lively
On the skin of my arms
2007-11-21
11:40:02
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