Fleeting

Fleeting

In bed
their tattoos met
and bled.

Ink-kissed
lovers, knowing
their tryst,

night-born
would live to die
with dawn.

Ryan Stone

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  1. Super sexy and hot. Nicely done. And thanks for rekindling my deep desire to ink myself, well not myself, to get inked. I love water colour tats but my Mexican says he’ll divorce me, lol. He’s a bit conservative when it comes to tats. I want the South African saying for empathy “Strongs” inked somewhere, likely on my wrist. I was also thinking of an anchor. Are you inked vecino?

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  2. Somehow I stumbled back here.. Fleeting – is really a word I have used a lot and this poem resonates with this feeling.
    Personification is superb and the expected melancholia congeals my veins… sigh..

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