How I Make a Tattoo

I’m writing pain, with lead on paper The words come out with no regrets. I’m piercing skin with ink of amber So none will see the scars. The lines I follow, hand on shoulder, To understand the cravings of my thought. I draw a man, A woman on my body. The shape I’m breaking, thoughts and movement, And patch them up again with ink. To bleed once more, with Pleasure. Now no one sees The scar, that’s underneath.