I drew you in crowned moonlight and overcast sky
That night you slipped into my skin.
You painted me in swirling stars and ghostly auroras
That night I slipped out of your skin.
You moulded me from scalding ice and shattering fire
That night you bit into my skin.
I wrote you into my dreams of rusted earth and copper branches
That night I slept under your skin.
*** I was thinking so randomly about subdermal implants… like of shapes… to make raised designs on the skin. I don’t know why. Then started to think about if I could shrink myself and could burrow into a person. Then images, words, editing/revising, and the moon happened. Imagination is the only true freedom. ***
*** There is something very Silence of the Lambs-sy about this. ***