I became the canvas

To be still, open and reverent
To receive this artist’s prayer
Onto this tapestry of flesh
My bones and spirit wear

A profound dance of tantra
Where skin and needle merge
Pouring forth their ink and blood
As immense sensations surge

Pain folded into pleasure
With each breath I drank it in
Both humbled and empowered by
Each stroke across my skin

I have always been the artist
Always the one to give
To pour my heart out on a canvas
And see my visions live

Then I became the canvas
Stepped to the other side
And learned what it is to be given rapture
By being beautified.

Art by Philip Milic @pmtattoos
Poem by Ka