R 2

the mind is engrossed in thought
the word is embossed in the skin
the tattoo speaks to you
and you ignore what is too obvious
and immobile

at the beach
i pass you by
and you take a slight look
which i surely will not mind

then we face what is beside us
we hold the hand that feed us
we live in the house
where love is another stranger
that does not know
us.