Love Poem #99

Tattoo
by Miriam M. Wynn


like a tattoo, you are painted, printed,
on my body, all over my soul;
like a dream, your memory remains
inside of me, inside my skin.

the flower of you, the silken petals,
are etched into my tender skin;
my delicate soul is soaked with you:
the memory of you is like my tattoo.

body art is the recognition of the fact
that i belong to you,
that i am owned by you,
forever stamped by you . . .
like a song echoing through the valleys of my aching heart,
you are presented in me,
an angelic chorus in me,
a precious operetta in me;

your magnum opus is what i am, you see,
a magic melody,
a helpless harmony,
an innocent tragedy--

but i am whole,
your stamp forever marked on my helpless skin,
my tattoo:
i am forever burning within with the
hot scent of you throughout my being.

my tattoo,
i love the persuasive spell of you,
the haunting passion of you,
the ferocious majesty of you . . .

my romantic melody,
i adore the thrill of you,
the stunning feel of you,
the irresistible touch of you--

and oh! my darling, sweet tattoo,
remember that i am yours
for the gentle passion of the hours,
the exquisite dreams of lovers . . .

my darling angel of light,
you give me peace through hard times,
you fill me with the breath of spring
all fresh and sweet with tender feeling.

my lovely, breathless tattoo,
i forever belong to you,
i willingly long for you,
for you are my forbidden taboo . . .
and upon my hungry skin
are you
eternally tattooed.


Miriam M. Wynn
copyright @1996 Miriam M. Wynn