Tattoo

by K.Wyse

If there was one part of his body that she would always recall, it would be the tribal Celtic tattoo that wound its strong green vines of patterned thorns around his right bicep. It often filled her vision as they lay in bed, him atop her, sheltering her with his body like an oak tree; his arm curled around her head, cradling her preciously as if he wanted to ward off all the evils in the world. In this position it emblazoned in her full view, the interwoven patterns engraving themselves into her memory, as she felt him moving against her, slowly at first before speeding up. And in that very moment when she felt herself launched from a thousand rockets and him spilling his seed within her, a different tattoo held her breath with its patterns -- the beating of his heart as he sang the words "I love you, Makoto."