You sit on the edge of the bed bare
My eyes trace the outline of your tattoo
The black lines that mark your family line
Could I be in it?
If I traced your veins
One by one
Back to your heart
Could I be in it?
If I asked you every question
Every question that could possibly sit in your brain
Every thought that goes racing through
Could I be in them?
If I watched your lips
And waited for your words
As they expelled from your mouth
Would I be in them?
