Forever Inked

As I sit he prepares his surface

the design is laid upon my skin

I start to hear the buzzing

as the needle speeds up

I’m slowly getting euphoric


my heart skips a few beats

you slowly become intertwined

two souls touched

a blank canvas

for the artist

touched by his gun


pitter patter I become a chatter

bits of silence

power of laughter


The masterpiece becomes a reality

the blood boils

getting warm and flustered


A blank canvas now inked

virgin skin no more

brightly colored art


A walking billboard

live art

a conversation starter

a story being told

a time stamp

a memory defined in skin

Forever Inked


Lana Poulson

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