Designs

You are tattooed with experience,

your skin etched with blood and fire.

I wonder how often you laugh,

if you allow yourself to experience joy.

You are this immovable force,

but I want nothing more for you,

than to get lost in a stream.

I think of you more often than I should.

I wonder at how my designs would fit on you.

I think maybe, they hold too many curves

and your right angles would reject them.

You hold too many cages for my flights of fancy to endure.