Tattoo

It’s the swirling lines of sensuous script
Slinking down pale skin, black as sin
Colourful reminders of times long gone
Marking your body with ghosts of the past

Dates and times
Faces, flowers and flowing flocks
Of errant words and lyrics
Of the songs you loved when you were young

Names of ex-lovers and kind friends
Art for every turn or bend
Ink yourself and become art
Become a masterpiece