A purple blotch upon my throat,
from lips that teased blood
to kiss the skin
as stubble rasped against naked flesh,
causing breasts to swell and blush.
In fluorescent light
I trace it now,
reflected back at me
from silver-white tiles
and though a blemish is irredeemable
of merit in its own right,
none-the-less I smile and stroke
my temporary tattoo.
My gentle reminder of a moment spent in love.
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