I want bones.
Bones, butterflies and pin-ups
all across my naked skin.

Decorate me obscene and elegant.
A juxtaposition of sacred and profane
But far less cliche.

Tattoo me bloody lacerations
across my knees and elbows.
Then patch me up with
DayGlo ink band aids.

Turn me into a masterpiece.
Butterflies along my scalp,
some alive, some dead and broken,
glittering wings on the soles of my feet.
Wings crushed into my soul.

I want a tattoo.