They who were hooked on skin,
those willing souls awakening
a challenge regardless of pain,
upon a dare reaching for greater
ideas where art slumbers long,
performing such a merry dance
piercing needles sting on impact,
pink, fleshy pigments leave
an intense area flushing warmth,
those squinting eyes shut tight
as lines crease in hollows.
Complicated images in a river of ink
become intricate workings – a yearning
to create that ultimate master piece,
attentive to Clientele even if ideas
swarm the mind like bees in a hive.
Newcomers shoulder greater responsibility,
a myriad of emotions crossing lines,
pricking...screaming like chainsaws,
trying to embrace each moment
devoured by a promise of bliss,
minutes – hours sucking you in
shadowed only by friendly banter,
time to reject discomfort,
amuse oneself with thoughts
of the bigger picture,
any adverse affects now void.
Addiction now done,
reflections leave admiring glances,
viewing skin gazes back at you,
didn't take that long to complete.