Birthmark

I lifted the scribble

You left on the sidewalk,

casually in grace;

curled it in an unruly strand

and tucked it securely

behind my ear.

Later, I poured it in ink

and painted it on my skin.

your mark.

To this Rorschach of love,

I made my vows.

 

A lifetime has passed,

maybe more.

I hold your scribble in me,

with all my dignity.

your mark

is now my identity.

 

 

(featured picture courtesy: Tumblr)

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