"Wear your heart on your skin in this life." - Sylvia Plath
Thank you Tess, for offering the way, so we may spin a tale to your random photos.
Thank you Tess, for offering the way, so we may spin a tale to your random photos.
Butterflies are meant to be free. Never think otherwise.
THE MAG
Tit for Tat
Your body drips of ink
Hank, my darling tat addict.
I propose
Alis volat propriis
slipping down my spine.
Oh no, you swear
No ink for my lady.
That's what you surmised.
I hate to disagree.
I never whine as you smear
cheese on your bananas
cheese on your bananas
drop blue-cheese and cracker crumbs in bed
and spurt ketchup over your pickles.
But another tattoo, for you and none for me?
But another tattoo, for you and none for me?
I say take your
birds flying out of trees
lifting off your neck
and rising up your chin tat
and feast your eyes on this
lovely tat.
lovely tat.
As next time we meet
this is what you'll see.
this is what you'll see.
Exactly this for that.
Baby, it's ink away for this lady
I swear.
Baby, it's ink away for this lady
I swear.