tattoo’s and temples

i was once

baptized by the blood

of a sleeve-worn

valentine

submerged in the

infinite sensations

a holy ocean

in every wave

a tidal

blinded by

every feeling

a fever

the empress

of empathy

reciting the scripture

of first kisses

and last glances

 moods

writing themselves

in my skin

poetry and psalms

the endless possibilities

of tattoo’s and temples

a.duncan, 2017

 

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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