Eight dark smudges
indelible beneath skin
a quartet nestled
beside each hip bone.

Half-moons
that almost
breach the surface
reflected there
on the soft flesh
of my inner thigh
and there,
on the rounded
vault of my shoulder.

Small purple anemones
bloom under my jawline,
in the crook of my arm
and just next to
my left nipple.

The sting and ache
is all that remains
of those unmeasured,
driven thrusts
into uncharted
pink territory
vibrant crimson now
with familiarity.

All these proofs of use
written on the body
tattoos of desire
sated.

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