TATTOO Poem by Nuala Ní Chonchúir
TATTOO
My body is a palimpsest
under your hands,
a papyrus scroll
unfurled beneath you,
waiting for your mark.
I clean my skin,
scrape it back to
a pale parchment,
so that your touch
can sink as deep
as the tattooist's ink,
and leave its tracery
over the erased lines
of other men.
You are all that's
written on my body.
Monday, November 6, 2017
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