Marked our skin in ink

Each one with secret numbers

Now just lines I think

Purple, slowly dripping
down her back
gently stroked, a tattoo
Irises were her favorite
so she built a garden
upon her back
Irises bloomed, spreading
from one shoulder to the other

I still felt their hands
Upon my skin
Their names tattooed
Upon my tongue
And my love life
Flash art
Plastered in peripheral gaze
Each man
Holding a tattoo gun, waiting
To tease at my skin
I heard it in the morning
Instead of the birds
My body, a canvas
Possessed by each man
That whispered I love you
In my ear in error

Saint or sinner,
one and the same.
If you prayed for me,
I'd pray for you too.
If you said you forgive me.
  "I've forgiven you"
If you say, you love me,
I'd say "I love you too".
If you miss me?
   "Do you miss me?
like meeting my ghost?"
"Love is elusive,
   Love is a ghost.
In the end...
     You're what I miss.
You're what I miss the most".
                       - James Taylor

1.
on her arms
carve a delicate
bloodletting

each pinprick
a sandy glint
in her Martian landscape

canals of meaning fill
until finally the storm has left her streaking
like an iron sunrise

on her limbs
the word-tattoos dry
like calligraphy
on tree trunks

2.
she
so mysterious

a
work-of-art
in motion

a
crimson flower
stamped with the light of dawn

written were uncountable lines
about the bonds we firmly tie

if only they were imprinted on our skin
visible even to the most ignorant eye

would we finally be less ashamed
of who we truely adore

eventually be able to celebrate
what we feel deep in our core

imagine all our loved ones names
tattooed for everyone to see

never again would we deny
that unconditional love is key

one we carry burried in our chest
protected by walls of shame

we could scream and shout and holler
our one most favorite name

the outside of our bodies
covered in glowing art

showcasing the one true treasure
the words sparked in our heart

Suppressed
Into nothingness
Never allowed to be who I am
I just want some freedom
I don't care what it is
I want to dye my hair purple
And get a nice lip ring
I want gauges in my hears
And to get some more piercings
I want to get a tattoo
One that says, '*******'
I also what some help
To not feel so suppressed

I have never been myself
Even when I am around people I love
Because no one really likes me
Though I like to be myself, it's fun
All that I'm saying, is it's just a little dye
A little hole in my skin
That will go away when I'm done
Please oh please
Just let me be myself
I want to be different
I'm currently somebody else

I know you don't get body art
Or the fact that it's just as beautiful as a poem
I know that you wouldn't want to look at me
Even though I'm stuck in your home
All I'm asking
Is for you to allow me an identity
This person that I am right now
Is not the real me
I just want some help
To not feel so suppressed