In our youth, mouths still plump with unspoken truths, you tattooed your heart on my breast, lay beside me on sagging mattresses in cheap coldwater flats. Trees curved sideways from the blast of our innocence.
Our feet took different paths, but I never forgot you.
Now, ash in my hair, mouth puckered from too many soured kisses, we find each other again.
You kiss my tattoo, faded and scarred, bring my breasts close to your chest.
Trees move in the rising winds, dip branches low, sing songs of a quieter celebration deep into the sighing night.