I wish i were a tattoo artist,
I would seek the freshest flowers,
The scentiest lavender,
And brightest blue birds
To draw, b
My canvas would be your skin,
I would gently wipe it with aloe,
Cleanse it will camphor and lime.
My drawing tool, the electric needle,
I would use the tree dyes,
Brown of the bombay elm,
Red of the orange prume,
Cream of the Asian elm
And black of the African wattle.
Next to your heart i will draw,
Of creatures beautiful and soft,
Of clouds and drizzles.
Of peaceable deers and panda.
The paint will cover your pain,
It will make you forget your shame.
It will open new chapters,
Into shreds, others it render.
A new creature now you are,
A new name, to you i seek to give.
New horizon you will see.
Victoria we will call you