Saturday, May 11, 2013

Mariska The Gypsy

I may be able to use this in the written version but not in the version I tell outloud, not yet

 
He traced his fingers
Across my back
In the shape of
The rose and thorns
The tattoo of his ancestors
 
There’s a silence between us
I know what he means
He wants me to be
A Gypsy too

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