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 … Continue reading
Tattoo Poetry My Words On Your Skin

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 … Continue reading