Tattoo poem
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I picture me and you
as an everlasting tattoo
to exist, to bear, to will
endlessly... like when we first escaped to the sea
waves rolling towards the never-ending sunset
Tattoo gun buzzing
Adrenalin rushing
Needles are not my friend
But I know I’ll love this in the end
A tattoo in my grandfather’s memory
Permanently etched into me
My first tattoo is done
it's been two years.
Two fucking years and your still tattooed all over me.
You have one on your arm, I have them everywhere.
Tattoos, both of all the things I've learned, and all the things I want to know.
I saw you from a distance
Your face familiar.
We spoke of love and loss
Mutual friendships.
The conversation got deeper
The weather grew dim
I saught refuge in your home
The pain, creativity and beauty that comes with you
Reminds me of an aspect; an image, a tattoo
You are my butterfly when I feel like I need to fly
Away to the tunnel which you shine with your light