Tattoo Boy

To the boy who has decorated himself in as many tattoos as I have.

 

I hear you have been around, and no I am not judging you, so have I.

 

I think it is funny that people who have branded themselves for life with ink are the ones with the commitment issues.

 

And no this is not a love poem, my feelings for you are not as permanent as our body art.

 

Your body is a masterpiece, as much as a cliche as that is.

 

I am going to go as crazy as Van Gogh trying to touch you canvas, trying to paint you starry night.

 

I want to stretch myself over your skin like another one of your tattoos.

 

I am used to needles piercing flesh so do not hold back, I do not mind a little sting.

 

The last tattoo I got bled and bruised.

 

I want you to leave me fresh wound.

 

I know these violent delights have violent ends.

 

But I am so fucking ready to drown in ink.

Robyn Kaur SidhuComment