TATTOO

TATTOO

those eyes
that blazed with anger

now smouldering
with desire

what was locked and bolted,
a barred portal

now a net of
gossamer, a screen
of silk
     a shimmer of filigree
to lure me in

the love that pumps
through my
heart
  and veins
for you

demands this pen
writes, writes, writes

poor as this poem is
my words are

I know none
  better to have inscribed
on my skin
in place you are
bound to
find