Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Seventy-two Tattoos
Your mad genius pierced my skin
Six dozen times
Drilling like my blood was oil
Your art is your soul
That I welcomed into my body
Like a conjoined twin
I enter your den
Drink from your well
Unbutton my heart
You ready your paints
Smile wickedly
Swab my chest
You tell me this time will hurt
No
The real pain comes with leaving
I only meant to get one
Then I fell in love
This time you will ask me out
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