This was written on April 18, 2007 on the plane from Tokyo back home:
I followed the lines as they curved like a serpant, sinking its teeth into you, sinking your teeth into me.
I prayed to the Shinto gods for mercy.
Chinese writing telling the story of your life, trailing the arch of your back.
A story of which I streaked through momentarily.Not long enough.
Etched into my mind like your tattoos...the way you looked through me into the deep pools of my soul and announced it dreamy. Dreamy.
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