"ink" (rough draft)

i still remember your hands
so delicate and soft
to the eye

i remember your touch
so delicate and soft
to the skin

i dream of you
but i no longer see your face
i dream of you
with your back facing me
it's the ink in your back
that i see bleeding
the ink in your back
that i am needing

it's indescribable
the way it felt
to watch you
be happy with me
to watch you
bleed for me

it's something about the ink
in your back
something about the wings
in your back
they made me believe

i still can't see your eyes
they are what i fell for
i still can't see your face
but there are your hands...
never once interlocked with mine
but still connecting
through the ink in your back
that i bled for you.