That which is impermanent attracts compassion. That which is not provides wisdom. Stephen Levine
Let my heartbeat be
as visible as your tattooed ink.
Let my exhaled truth be as
evident as a stream of steam
billowing in the snowy cold.
Let my intent imprint your soulwhile I am
whispering the warm words of love to your heart.
Let the depth of my truth know the nourishment of earth
as we stand under the moon near a tarnished urn of past.
Let the sun feed the
sturdiness of our roots as I tattoo you
onto the pulp of my life.
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