celebrating and creating our own LGBT history

day fifteen

Marked

 

You exploded onto me.

The incriminating ink pack secreted in the bag of stolen money.

Vibrant, wild, permanent.

 

You wrote your name on me with a Sharpie

and again with just your finger

and again with a desperate palm

and again with just your tongue

and again and again and again.

 

You exploded onto me like a Biro in a bag,

a squid in a vice,

like a renegade tattoo gun,

felt tip pens left out in the sun.

 

You are henna

and dye

and pickled red cabbage

and the oily yellow in Indian food,

and nude, I am a kaleidoscope of you,

and you, my you, are never truly gone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Hayley Sherman of India (and Ipswich)

Advertisements

Comments on: "day fifteen" (1)

  1. intensely vibrant, I love this

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: