I watched you trace your fingers
over the names tattooed on my arm
and my breath caught in my throat.
I waited for you to ask me about them,
started panicking over telling you the story,
but you just looked up and kissed me.
You never asked me about it,
and I know one day I’ll have to share the story,
but you didn’t ask and I appreciated it.
I wish I could tell you that.
Fire & Female 