my mind
wanders around
in an ocean
of possibilities

has she done that
on purpose?
what is she
thinking about?

never knowing
always guessing
it's exhausting
and pointless

I will never know

finding comfort
in not knowing
the question subsist
am I loveable?
is that all
I need to know?

      -o-

my needles
in a new skin
some ink
on her foot
excited and
connected
a bit of me
into her
we made a bond
like a mantra
like a teaching
an initiation
in black ink