Black Ink

Black Ink

A Poem by Paris Lane

Touch me with dirty hands.

I’m marked by your black, dangerous ink.

You’ve left it on my cheeks-where your hands used to lay.

You’ve left it all over my hands-where you used to lead me into the dark.

You’ve left it imprinted in my mind…

Where you resided even after you left.

© 2017 Paris Lane


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Added on January 20, 2017
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Paris Lane
Paris Lane

Heaven, WI



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