"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.
14 comments:
sauce for the gander... :)
"Butterflies are meant to be free. Never think otherwise." How could I not love that?
I am shocked to see you have an aol email address! Lol! So do you have ink? Cheese on bananas? Gross!
Butterflies appreciate you
ALOHA from Honolulu
ComfortSpiral
=^..^= <3
Hank had it comin ' , i would say !
Good one mate
Ketchup over pickles? That's worse than drowning french fries in vinegar!
Ketchup over pickles? That's worse than drowning french fries in vinegar!
Butterflies were meant to appear in our blogs...and they soon will be here again!
P.S. Jerry, pickles without ketchup are like bricks without straw.
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Slick, nimble writing; well done.
Go for it...
It's ink away, all the way, great!
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I thINK I like this! A lot!
I do have aol like nearly since the Stone Age! A good many of my poems are all fantasy! Not one tat on my body, yet!
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