Line by line
I see the images
Come into view.
The vibration
The pressure
The prickles of pain,
All releasing endorphins
Soothing the itch
A need for therapy
Without any words.
Beautification
Coloration
Etched forever
Into my dermis
Layer by layer
Always a regeneration
With each skin
I shed to become dust.
The body I cherish;
My souls temple
Decorated and adorned
In fresh colors of growth
Illustrating my history
In hyroglyphs
Reminiscent to a church
And the stained glass
Of the crucified christ
Brought to life
In amazing sun light.
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