To Ben in Colorado by Kellie Lyn Fournier there was a night we spent raving together getting drunk and falling for each other just for that one night you spent hours writing Bauhaus lyrics up and down my arms turning me into a BiC tattoo you must have asked me to marry you at least a dozen times forgetting all about it when you sobered up and your best friend screamed at you for taking me from him though neither of us knew he liked me at all you stopped calling me then and slowly the black ink wore off you must have realized that you had placed yourself on top of a block of ice and it was melting slowly © 2001 by Kellie Lyn Fournier. All rights reserved. Home