Your mad genius pierced my skin
Six dozen times
Drilling like my blood was oil
Your art is your soul
That I welcomed into my body
Like a conjoined twin
I enter your den
Drink from your well
Unbutton my heart
You ready your paints
Smile wickedly
Swab my chest
You tell me this time will hurt
No
The real pain comes with leaving
I only meant to get one
Then I fell in love
This time you will ask me out
Allie Dresser writes flash fiction of all genres, romance novels when inspiration hits, and the occasional poem. As a native New Englander, she considers Robert Frost and Stephen King to be distant uncles because, hey, isn’t everyone related up there?
This poem Rocks!
It’s got a great rhythm to it…
Great read Allie – very visceral feel; I loved how emotions, ink and skin are all conjoined.
The rhythm and tone are excellently paced.
Well done.
Your art IS your soul, Allie Dresser . . .
and the world will take notice,
sharp as your points pierce.
Talent always tells.
~ Absolutely*Kate . . . of HARBINGER*33
ah… to be described like this, just once.
You’ve succeeded in tattooing this amazing work to my soul. Great stuff, Allie.
nice touch… ink to the skin & not on paper… poetic, yes.
“Drilling like my blood was oil”
Phrases like this make your work shine. Each word is like a tattoo of its own.