I picture me and you

 

as an everlasting tattoo

 

to exist, to bear, to will

 

endlessly... like when we first escaped to the sea

 

waves rolling towards the never-ending sunset

 

a flame like the blazing embers illuminating our fireplace

 

burning up the absolute sky like an eternal tower of timber extending upwards

 

ashes identical to gulls soaring through the clouds of billowing smoke

 

serrating the memory of our first kiss

 

which I do not remember flaring with a passion, but instead flickered a captivating spark

 

reflecting off seagull wings, discarded feathers enclosed by our awaiting hearts

 

tickling blood vessels until they burst and rupture with the charcoal of our compassion

 

cauterizing conjoined tendons like stitching open wounds, suturing seamlessly

 

our lives are boundless tattoos intertwined, crisscrossing the entity of my flesh

 

never ceasing and forevermore

 

leaving reminiscent of bygone days and contemplations

 

on what shall pierce my skin next

 

abandoning rivers of ink across the canvas of my soul

 

shallow swirling streams and bubbling babbling brooks covering the expanse to my ocean of coal