I want you to write your thoughts on my body. I’ll be your journal.
Tattoo your words on my skin with stained fingertips
Carve the words I love you with your lips
Dream your dreams across my face
And when you need a break, scribble on the tops of my feet,
The bottoms are reserved for your innermost secrets that you don’t want to see the light of day.
Project your life story onto my shoulders and I will carry it as my cross to bear if only to relieve you of the burden.
My body is your canvas.
Your tongue is the pen.
HRG
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