I find myself so jealous of all your ink.
The cartoon images taunt me with a wink.
They’re with you under clothes & the shower.
They watch your dreams & stay when your mood’s sour.
The pictures have better views than your shadow.
They know whether or not you rock commando.
They carry a feeling only you can share.
They remain even when nobody is there.
I’m green with envy at their intimate lives.
You committed them to skin…beloved archives.

