A poem. A tattoo. An Invitation.
I saw you from a distance
Your face familiar.
We spoke of love and loss
Mutual friendships.
The conversation got deeper
The weather grew dim
I saught refuge in your home
The home of a stranger.
We continued to disect the world and its woes
I saw on the self a familiar title
A book that I loved as a girl.
I said, "wow, I love that book
a collection of poems."
you replied, "Me too."
Reaching
We lifted the corner of our sleeves
Our ink revealed.
Individual forevers now connected
The image stamped forever.
From the same poem in the book on the shelf.
An Invitation for friendship.