Tattoo Remorse

The tattoo artist met us in a loft of sorts above a barber shop.

Enthusiasm building, as if we might pop.

I remember lying down and wondering if it was too late to change my mind.

There was no wiggle room or turn back now sign.

The artist took the needle out,

and began designing the skin route.

Body just took the pain without flinching,

even though my heartbeat was wincing.

Then, she had a turn,

to have her skin burn.

Matching tattoos may never have been a good idea,

as the relationship with Sophia,

it didn’t last,

at least, not as long as this tattoo’s broadcast!