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Issue # 5 September 2011
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Eric McClure

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Arranged In Secret

I often caress your tattoos in complete
silence. Under your supple skin, I press
for air; stretching for inklings of discreet
etchings. Anxiously, I watch you undress,
and I catch flesh stains. I shyly translate
the position and rank of each figure.
And still, each press tries to elucidate
my intrigue. Yet, with visible rigor
and infinite imprints, my love for you
distorts and drowns for every lost attempt
at apprehension. But, I still construe
concepts to balance this noxious dissent.
Sometimes I press my ears to their inked tricks
and plead with them to speak of their secrets.