i Love my tattoo

Tattoo

Miriam M. Wynn

 

Like a tattoo, you are painted, printed,

On my body, all over my soul;

Like a dream, your memory remains

Inside of me, inside my skin.

My delicate soul is soaked with you:

The memory of you... is like my tattoo.

 

Body art is the recognition of the fact

That I belong to you,

That I am owned by you,

Forever stamped by you . . .

 

Like a song echoing through the valleys of my aching heart,

You are presented in me,

An angelic chorus in me,

A precious operetta in me;

Your magnum opus is what I am, you see,

A magic melody,

A helpless harmony,

An innocent tragedy--

 

But I am whole.

Your stamp, forever marked on my helpless skin;

My tattoo,

I am forever burning within, the

Hot scent of you, throughout my being.

 

My tattoo,

I love the persuasive spell of you,

The haunting passion of you,

The ferocious majesty of you . . .

 

My romantic melody,

I adore the thrill of you,

The stunning feel of you,

The irresistible touch of you--

 

And Oh! My darling, sweet tattoo,

Remember that I am yours,

For the gentle passion of the hours,

The exquisite dreams of lovers . . .

 

My darling angel of light,

You give me peace through hard times,

You fill me with the breath of Spring

All fresh and sweet with tender feeling.

 

My lovely, breathless tattoo,

I forever belong to you;

I willingly long for you,

You are my forbidden taboo . . .

 

For upon my hungry skin

Are you

Eternally tattooed.

Done