Catherine Labeau Poet Free verse

Tattoo

the tattoo artist 
building her needles on a grooved slate 
leaves a mark on your skin
her emotions doing the deed 
takes a toll on her heart
as she knows you'll be walking the streets with her vision
the trust you put on her 
she designs amazing pictures on the canvas of life
greedy she takes an arm a leg or your back
she is not for the small stuff
giving her carte blanche as her insist
she uses her perception to know you
not to mar your life but make it stronger
no candles no incense no exchange of money
the priestess gets blood and ink flowing

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Mary Diliberto May 4, 2015 at 4:28 PM having many tats myself, we indeed trust our tattoo artist and they indeed draw their vision or at least help us with ours as we become a living walking tableau. Catherine Labeau May 4, 2015 at 5:10 PM I wear my black ear with pride and it help me to stay in shape as otherwise I will look ridiculous Catherine Labeau May 4, 2015 at 5:06 PM I am talking 30 years ago no heart no butterfly but smart shapes climbing an arm or speeding a leg and today in the smallness of the world encountering them they thank me as I never deface them Mary Diliberto May 4, 2015 at 5:05 PM definitely they are to be done with serious thought for they will be there permanently and regrets will be too late Catherine Labeau May 4, 2015 at 4:58 PM I always made sure they will aged with you and that is why I had to reach them and not a whimsie Catherine Labeau May 4, 2015 at 4:53 PM I stop tattooing years ago but still have my equipment as people keep begging I have a black ear making a statement of the commitment