My hands, my life guide my quill

All for me to write my life upon your skin

You, my sun and moon to give me light

And I, writing love letters to you

Hoping that you would find them

Fractured thoughts in a fractured world

Waiting for completion by you

Each stroke of my pen a mark on a map

That leads me home.

Your skin is parchment, soft and warm,

A living page I trace by touch.

I write / I AM – his / across your chest,

You answer / I AM – hers / above my heart.

The ink will fade. The skin will age.

But promises etched in flesh remain.

We are the authors, the ink, the page,

The story no forgetting can erase.

So write on me. I’ll write on you.

Let every scar become a word.

The moon will rise, the sun will set,

And still our love will be preferred.

This is the promise of ink.

This is the covenant.

This is us.

Orin / Sera