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Here is where you draw the line

That draws me in

And marks the space

The edge of me

Where you begin

And break the surface

Punching through

With permanence

The sketch

You made

Upon my skin

The bond we made

Will never fade

The trust your earned

By following

A line that leads

Here deep

Within

My heart

And pulls

All those

I love

Back in

Symbols etched

On taut

Shaved skin

Half the joy's

The suffering

Body awash in

Adrenaline

First line work

Then colouring

The tiny pots

The vibrant hues

The cover-ups

The choices rued

The machine buzz

The workshop blood

The vinyl chair

The rubber gloves

The artist's hand

The love and care

The sterile scent

That tints the air

The tattooed beat

Of steel on flesh

The cream to clean

The cling film

On the artwork fresh

New ideas

That sit and wait

Originals

That you create

The flash artwork

The twist

The theme

Tributes

That pour

From waking dreams

The tribal vines

That creep

And spread

Like ivy twisting

Toe to head

The dot-work

Blooming

Pointillism

Decoration

Slowly filling

Décolletage

Pretty flowers

Over years and bodies

Still for hours

Five thousand miles

The swallow soars

The sailors rest

From distant shores

Return and mark

Anchored and moored

To coasts that host

The names of those

We love the most

Dragons,Tigers

Japanese

Cherry Blossoms

Maple leaves

Golden Koi

That swim upstream

Warriors lay

For huge back piece

Waves and clouds

On which Geishas bask

Samurai

And Oni masks

Images mused on

Tough decisions

Tiny marks

Start

Sweeping visions

Restless nights

In which we choose

The bruise

That will not fade

Like wounds

The hours and hopes

And cash we sink

There is still nothing

Quite like

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