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Musing, thinking aloud, of Taking a little line for a walk, down my spine, down curves of flesh Over pale creamy rises and falls Interrupted by the gathering storm of you Declaring tattoos for others, not me No story of me in black ink on white, no tale in twisted vine and script, no Desecration of your terrain, Alteration in rhythmic refrain and ouch, red everywhere. I would argue with you but I must please Your gravity has me riveted, taken aback by the venom Vehement and pure, spat in their direction The canvas people walking around Illustrated versions of lifelong perspectives Their jewels of ink shimmering in trapped caresses, Gathered in unison images binding intent to design... My wont, this desire to be amongst them Magick workers unleashing heaven as they pass through their days Eating lunch with their besties in an act of casual sorcery A beauty never intended For me. Sulking, quiet mouthed, you Taking a little hand for a walk, down my spine, down curve of limb Over pale milky hills and valleys You would stop short at the first letter advance Touch me not, touch me not Simmering anger at the craven trespass, inelegant in your eyes, crass Decoration of your domain Knives in your eyes makes me think twice, cut by ice I drop the question, keep the peace, yet I remain An open page to the world’s eyes And wear my secret inkings on the inside.
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
deidre-lockyer
Secret Inkings
Musing, thinking aloud, of Taking a little line for a walk, down my spine, down curves of flesh Over pale creamy rises and falls Interrupted by the gathering storm of you Declaring tattoos for others, not me No story of me in black ink on white, no tale in twisted vine and script, no Desecration of your terrain, Alteration in rhythmic refrain and ouch, red everywhere. I would argue with you but I must please Your gravity has me riveted, taken aback by the venom Vehement and pure, spat in their direction The canvas people walking around Illustrated versions of lifelong perspectives Their jewels of ink shimmering in trapped caresses, Gathered in unison images binding intent to design... My wont, this desire to be amongst them Magick workers unleashing heaven as they pass through their days Eating lunch with their besties in an act of casual sorcery A beauty never intended For me. Sulking, quiet mouthed, you Taking a little hand for a walk, down my spine, down curve of limb Over pale milky hills and valleys You would stop short at the first letter advance Touch me not, touch me not Simmering anger at the craven trespass, inelegant in your eyes, crass Decoration of your domain Knives in your eyes makes me think twice, cut by ice I drop the question, keep the peace, yet I remain An open page to the world’s eyes And wear my secret inkings on the inside.
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-Gratitude Chain- Once, I ignore it I hope it’ll fade away. Twice, I turn Feels like a bitter taste. Thrice, I walk. I could never run anyway. Keep calling my name. Have no shame. I walk like a prisoner Bound in a gratitude chain. Once, its cold Freeze my blood, I pray. Twice, a chill I’m sure it’ll **** me any day. Thrice, I walk. Waiting for the day I’ll disobey.
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 7:39 AM UTC
pufflespower
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-Gratitude Chain- Once, I ignore it I hope it’ll fade away. Twice, I turn Feels like a bitter taste. Thrice, I walk. I could never run anyway. Keep calling my name. Have no shame. I walk like a prisoner Bound in a gratitude chain. Once, its cold Freeze my blood, I pray. Twice, a chill I’m sure it’ll **** me any day. Thrice, I walk. Waiting for the day I’ll disobey.
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