The Tattoo

Heavy ink bleeds
With every sultry breath
Upon her pale flesh
Tracing his tender touch
Deep in the valley
Flowing from his veins
The soft canvass
Of her warm body
Creates his symphony
Of majestic words

Energy flows
Like a thunderous blaze
Surrounding their shadows
With fierce electricity
Painting each pulse
Of bronzed shards
Their bleeding portrait
Exposing sharp edges
Too jagged to be touched
Their ink stained past
Smears the beauty of it all