The tattoo
that
delivered me
from bondage
was a picture
of God
in blue
at the edge
of the blade
of her shoulder.
How it looked
when she held
me
I can’t tell
but it grew
when she opened
for others
her arms.
I saw it clearly
from behind:
Expansion.
I have slept
in my dreams
in the scent
sage and lavender
of her shawl
I have asked
slight favours
of the scarf
tied to keep
in her hair
I have pitied
with envy
the creature
in contact
with her heel.
It does not move
away
it suns itself
in light
of her skin.
Warmer is
my blood,
yet less responsive
to heat
often therefore
I shiver
at the sight
of her far away.