Write me with your ink on my body,
and the calligraphy of your lips

Make my back a canvas where your heartbeat dwells, 
and let each touch awaken
the echo of the beloved

Write me without words,
without voice, let your hands be the language
and the silence our verse

Let your breath be the spark that ignites the night,
and the fire that marks my flesh,
be memory of your touch

Let my pores become 
witness of this writing,
that do not understand forgetting
 
Write me, 
and learn together, in each stroke,
to read it in my body

©Noris Roberts