Blue Tattoo by Kathryn Daszkiewicz

Taut as a drum, you beat
a slow tattoo against my skin.
At each stroke, the guttural utterance

that renders speech redundant;
at each stroke, blue worlds
mute as bruises. Boundaries

blur, as you ink out an indelible territory
where language is pure rhythm
and retreat is no longer an option.

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