Mole
You had a mole
Under your elbow
It didn't show
Till you were waving goodbye
Laying me low
It was a hard punctuation point
An end of discussion
No supple sentence construction
I made a mess of my line
Skewed a heart on the paper
Do you remember our oath?
Written in blood and in crayon
A sandbox, a séance
I marked a cross like a priest
You etched a loop like a lawyer
While I was asleep
With the care of a surgeon
It cut through the curtain
A shock of light hit the bed
And drew a ring around your head
And then it moved to the wall
And the words began forming
Both love letter and warning
But if your body's the pen
Then tell me
Who's that writing?