Buzzing fills the ears,
a sharp hiss through clenched teeth,
biting lips and wondering
how long it's going to last.
Euphoria spills,
spreading from the heated sensation
of the needle entering skin,
small talk made
as the artist studies closely
the canvas of the body.
Ten minutes to make
an imprint of eternity--
a black inked marking showing
the devotion of childhood
to remind the stranger you will be
of who you once were.
A moment in time that screams
to be captured
by more than just a photograph.
A private momento
that will never go away.
My head falls back.
The burning sensation slowly eases,
and a cool rag brushes blood
and paint from my hip.
Brown eyes are lifted to mine.
The tattoo is done.
(A/N: No...that's not me, that's not my tattoo, and that's not the guy who did my tattoo. If any of you are in Vegas or the surrounding areas, go see Bean at Skin Factory. He's amazing, has a lot of experience, and uses ink that will actually stay black isntead of fading once it heals. :) )
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As they say, to each their own. I don't have a tattoo, just a couple of knife scars, although I didn't ask for them,,,,,,lol.
You do bring a sense of what it must be like having one done.
Every time I see one I'm reminded of that WW2 concentration camp, where the commandants wife had men killed so that she could have things made out of their tattooed skin.
I nearly had one many years ago, luckily the parlour was closed, and when it opened again I was sober.
Brian
Tattoo number 2 is done? Very cool. You're now ahead of me! Darn Michi, looks like you're going to make me have to visit Davis again. *wink* I love my tattoo, and I look forward to more. There is something so powerful and magickal about marking yourself with something sacred, something you will have forever... ah, well, listen to me ramble. A beautiful poem Honey. It's really sad to hear people that don't have a tattoo say some of the terrible things they do... they don't know, and mayhap they'll always be too scared. Ah well, you and I know better! Salut, and beautiful write! I love your use of the senses in your works.
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