I imagine, As I do so many nights
Of what might have happened
If we had turned off the lights.
Of what lips might have kissed,
Of where familiar hands would find rest
And if you would have found the tattoo on my wrist
To be worthy of your mouth, as it blessed
The ink so unquestionably my own,
In the light of truth I must admit,
You helped to shape its bones
And so, by rights, made half of it.
We did not cross honors line
We did not taste impulses sweet burn
But all the same,
I know you wonder at being mine
I know you wonder if I could learn
But the answer lies in my DNA,
Its engraved, branded, and entwined
I will never be more than passing disarray
Forever choosing the cants, shouldnts, and blind.