​Draw me on your skin, 

And tatoo me on your thoughts, 

To remind you of the plenty pain

And moments of the hurts. 
Shadow me in your eye

And stick me on your lips, 

Bend your heart beautifully

From its ragged tips. 
Walk me with your feet, 

Snap the past of fingers,

Fill our sugar love

With guns and soldier ants. 
Seal me on your heart

And then upon your arm, 

For love’s as strong as death

And ours, as dead as life. 

                                   Leonard Epidi.