Wednesday, May 15, 2013

regrets or no

if i could inject you
into my skin like a drug
i would

nothing as insincere
and lifeless
as tuberculin
bubbling up
and fading fast

you were more like
the brief joy
of heroin

that left me aching
broken and restless
when it was gone

but still,
i would
put that needle to my arm

would be this:
for you to be the ink
in my tattoos

and inseperable

as close to my heart
as death
and as silent

to carry
regrets or no
into the grave

and on

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