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


what i see in a pool of black:


the void, complete and endless


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


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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