I have no tattoos but I have this moment seared.

I looked at him
looking out the
window, as he sat
on me in the early
a.m. on the couch.

He didn't look at me, but responded, still gazing out:

“I'm looking at a tree out there.
That's what I'm looking at.”

He kept on looking
for a few minutes, just
looking, and sitting on me. 


I loved it.