gently, gently
pushing, prodding
the needle breaks the skin
and the ink sighs,
"we are finally home".
you poked a little heart onto my knee
the boniest part of my body -
the most resistant part of my body -
and yet you continue pushing and prodding. . .
i have never felt more loved
- Isabel
pushing, prodding
the needle breaks the skin
and the ink sighs,
"we are finally home".
you poked a little heart onto my knee
the boniest part of my body -
the most resistant part of my body -
and yet you continue pushing and prodding. . .
i have never felt more loved
- Isabel
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