Ink and Poetry

and so the ink flowed
from needle to skin…
tracing the outlines of
the stenciled flash…
my skin – the artist’s canvas;
the needle gun – his paintbrush…
and like Picasso, every drop
of ink in his strokes
pigments the canvas…slowly
completing the flash that was
once only a concept – a vision
in my mind…
and the pain which comes
with this artwork is a commitment…
i am marked forever…
and like a river, the ink
runs through my veins
mingling with love and poetry…

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