i will wear a shirt
black, with yellow tropics
i will get a tattoo
with your name
hidden in an orchid
and the orchid
will be hidden in
your dance floor
hinting at everything
secret between us
the misplaced emotion
that is equal part
prey and hunter
called evil chicken
that pecks at my telephone wire
leading me away from your bliss
when i want to descend
into pleasure with you
will you ever tell me
a story that reflects
the softness of your eyes
and show me your
imaginary angel tattoo