Tattoo

I could paint a poem
On your back
With a Chinese brush
And India ink.
And then, with a razor
Or pin or sliver of bamboo
And a stolen hotel towel
(to daub the blood
and excess black),
I could make it
Permanent.
I have seen this done
Before on television
And in movies. But
You would never allow
This violence of
Obligation, this enduring itch
Of commitment.
You could never abide
My words on your skin.

- Timothy Main

4 comments

1. Neha says:

   beautiful piece!!!

   June 18th, 2007 at 02:40 pm

2. Existing says:

   hey u never told me that u pasted it here!!!!

   September 2nd, 2007 at 07:35 pm

3. Kunal Goel says:

   existing, are you the poet? ishan didn’t take your permission before posting? please reply, i’ll talk with ishan and have it removed.

   September 3rd, 2007 at 08:15 am

4. Ishan says:

   Existing,
   If you are the poet, then I guess I didn’t take your permission. I’ll remove it from here if you feel that your rights have been infringed.
   Cheers!!

   September 3rd, 2007 at 10:35 pm

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