Inked.

Write it on my wrist, she says
So I'll never forget,
Write, by the green broken glass beads
Below the crevice of her palm

Write it, so I'll remember what we have
The unseen, is a promise
Write so the memory of-
Even after the smeared ink smudges
& fades-
I'll remember the essence of it

Write it to prove this is real,
That when the tip of the black pen
Gently kisses her skin,
She'll finally see your thoughts
Translated into a single word.

Write it, that I find clarity.
For the beauty.
Write it so she knows.
For your thoughts unwritten
Will only make her forget.