Tattoo

he wore love on his arm

tatted on his skin, a reminder to love himself

because no one will do the job better

but instead, he loved her dutifully

in the morning

in the evening

and until the sun rose again

her warmth had become his security

seeking her out whenever he was afraid

she was the sun at dusk that kissed the sky goodnight

and he, he was the sky that patiently waited.

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