Hidden Tattoo Poem by Daniel Y.

Behind the milkman’s collar
peeks a dragon’s deadly eyes
beneath I can imagine
a twisted string;
the body.
Clad in faded blue scales.
It bears between its vicious claws
its perfect rounded pearl.
The sign of wisdom.
Long churning whiskers.

But see here!
The elderly find it quite uncouth
though we can see, it touches youth
This art within the skin
carries lifelong devotion.
Longer than most rings at least.
It remains even after death.
To some it says bondage
and others it is breath.