and travel tic-tac-toe
in a small drawstring bag.
when i saw you, your neck bare
between where your hairline ends and your shirt collar begins
i just wanted to trace x's and o's on your smooth skin
no etching, no printing.
just tracing, lightly -
we are playing an innocent game of deception
it is compact tic-tac-toe on the flesh of you
and a travel mirror for the flesh of me to see
when i worry about the flaws that they don't notice
unaware that they are the imperfections you adore.
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