DESCRIPTION:
Lyrics - Ink & Needles by Diane Cluck -

Someone's ink and needles,
have written skin riddles,
on his body bare before me except for these sketches,
Signal and semaphore,
for things he won't talk about,
quiet and shut about his padlocks and latches,
My fingers trace his pictures and at each his breath catches,
He says why are you bare,
bare as the day, day you were born, born from your mother,
I say so you can tattoo with the marks of a lover,
The red trails of his fingernails,
the bumping palate of his bony hip,
sharp tooth beneath the softest lip,
the kiss obscures the bite,
He sketched his designs on me all through the night,
he finished and was sleeping so i jumped the early flight,
Now a thousand miles away,
with the passing of the days,
your colors fall from my skin like the moon smooths out the waves,
so quietly they left that i didn't see them fade,
I don't need ink and needles,
to write me my excuse,
the body does tattoo itself,
with old age and abuse,
with lines pooled from the inside drawn from pain and reverie,
My body will tattoo herself with what you mean to me.