Musings on a TattooA Poem by Judy Ponceby
Magically starting from the hollow in front of her left hip bone.
Shoots of ink, sprouting tenderly across warm glowing skin. Twining vines growing, slowly tracing their way over her hip bone across the top of her left buttock. Young tender leaves spilling from the vine as it continues the journey undulating slowly up her back. Delicate, pale flowers tenderly spreading their petals across her flesh for exquisite butterflies hovering closely within the protective vines and leaves. And there, among the lovely blooms a tiny Turtlefly, happily humming a tune. Flowered vines continuing up to the right scapula and over the top of her shoulder. The inky vines sinuously cling to her silky feminine canvas. A spray of eloquent buds wind their way to the top of her lovely breast. © 2011 Judy PoncebyReviews
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Added on March 13, 2011Last Updated on March 13, 2011 AuthorJudy PoncebySwanton, OHAboutI am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..Writing
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