inked; black

dad once said if i ever got a tattoo he would leave the country

why should i explain the allure of permanence

in a 

blink and it’s gone world

xxx

what i see in a pool of black:

immersion 

the void, complete and endless

unashamed

to be with me 

to be seen caressing vulnerable parts of me

holding me closer than reds oranges and blues do

representing nothing

wanting for nothing

the end all be all of color

of dis-ease

of deep sea secrets

of the spaces in between

xxx

my skin is black

to most

but i know

few are blessed with that hue that so directly speaks of the night

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