Disruption

I am endlessly reminded
Of your malleable youth;
Your petulant thumb
Caught in the pout
Of your bruised lips.
Your writing slopes away,
Angry twist of your youth.
Quick to anger, you are
Stubbornly childish,
Arumentative. I trace
The curve of your spine,
Where a bruise is slowing
To blue, and the milk
Of your skin is whorled
With the careful prints
Of my inked fingers.