The ink rolls freely
As I walk to my jeep the clock strikes twelve. I can hear the church bells chime just down the road. The air is crisp and cool on my skin as I have no jacket on and my hair blows this way and that.
I look above me and there is not a cloud in the sky, just total blue as far as the eye can see. I can still feel the pain of the needle from two days ago as I climb in and my boot rubs my leg.
I think back to last night when we chatted. A video chat. I could see him sitting there with no shirt on and I could look into his pretty blue eyes. He was so close, yet so far away. It's nice to see him, but at the same time, a bit difficult. I wanted to reach across and touch him. Rub his chest, his stomach. Run my fingers through his hair and trace the outline of his face.
Alas, I couldn't. I told him as much, and he reached his hand towards the camera, at the very same time, I was doing the same.
I will see him again tomorrow after not having seen him since Tuesday morning. He will be taking my kids and I out for a bit, to celebrate my birthday. I was hoping to see him on my birthday but I didn't.
It was a lone day and the rain poured. Dark skies without even the glimmer of a hope of an opening. I had nothing to do with myself so I went and saw my friend who is a tattoo artist and got some work done.
He got free reign and is a wonderful artist. Drawing his own design on my skin, the blue ink rolls across my leg. From his mind through the pen, and onto my skin. I say, "You decide the colors." His eyebrows move upwards and he says, "Really?" I say yes and he smiles.
The needle moves in and out at such a fast pace I can hardly feel it or know that it has happened. The vibrantly bright blue ink stains my skin as we talk. Laughter fills the air and a great song comes on, the both of us singing, and he working his magic.
Moving on to magenta now. A few of the other artists are called in and we are all talking. They look at his gun. It is doing a funny thing where too much ink comes out and he cannot see the skin beneath it. A tightening here and there and it is fine.
Once done, he and I walk out into the rain together. I move the things from the passenger seat of the jeep so that he may sit there and we travel on to the store.
Hopping out of the jeep now, we walk into the store. Not a likely match, the two of us. I laugh thinking back to it now. He is about a foot taller than I am, black leather jacket, black bondage pants, and covered with tattoos, even on the neck. Me? Jeans and a sweater, which shows a bit of cleavage, but not too much, the color of turquoise.
We walk in unison and our boots are matching. Black leather Harley boots. The loud clunk of the boots as they touch the floor... We walk through the place and are very noticeable. He has a personality much like my own and we are a riot together. I take notice of how he greets people with a winning smile, saying hello and how are you. I do the same thing.
He has a rough exterior but is just as nice and sweet as can be. We go into a small restaurant almost like a team, talking to people, using our like qualities. The people open up to us and talk with us like they have known us forever.
His exterior melts away and you see him for who he is on the inside, if only you give it a chance.
I was introduced to him many months ago by another artist and very happy for it. He has become a great friend who I can just stop in and talk to, and believe me, I have.
We have many of the same religious views, and are both Christians. When I am questioning myself worthiness in my relationship I go and talk to him.
I wonder why 'J' has done this or that, why he has done something so nice, special for me. Chris says, "Woman, open your eyes to yourself. He loves you."
I know he does, I know I love him. Now, I am learning to love thyself.
I look above me and there is not a cloud in the sky, just total blue as far as the eye can see. I can still feel the pain of the needle from two days ago as I climb in and my boot rubs my leg.
I think back to last night when we chatted. A video chat. I could see him sitting there with no shirt on and I could look into his pretty blue eyes. He was so close, yet so far away. It's nice to see him, but at the same time, a bit difficult. I wanted to reach across and touch him. Rub his chest, his stomach. Run my fingers through his hair and trace the outline of his face.
Alas, I couldn't. I told him as much, and he reached his hand towards the camera, at the very same time, I was doing the same.
I will see him again tomorrow after not having seen him since Tuesday morning. He will be taking my kids and I out for a bit, to celebrate my birthday. I was hoping to see him on my birthday but I didn't.
It was a lone day and the rain poured. Dark skies without even the glimmer of a hope of an opening. I had nothing to do with myself so I went and saw my friend who is a tattoo artist and got some work done.
He got free reign and is a wonderful artist. Drawing his own design on my skin, the blue ink rolls across my leg. From his mind through the pen, and onto my skin. I say, "You decide the colors." His eyebrows move upwards and he says, "Really?" I say yes and he smiles.
The needle moves in and out at such a fast pace I can hardly feel it or know that it has happened. The vibrantly bright blue ink stains my skin as we talk. Laughter fills the air and a great song comes on, the both of us singing, and he working his magic.
Moving on to magenta now. A few of the other artists are called in and we are all talking. They look at his gun. It is doing a funny thing where too much ink comes out and he cannot see the skin beneath it. A tightening here and there and it is fine.
Once done, he and I walk out into the rain together. I move the things from the passenger seat of the jeep so that he may sit there and we travel on to the store.
Hopping out of the jeep now, we walk into the store. Not a likely match, the two of us. I laugh thinking back to it now. He is about a foot taller than I am, black leather jacket, black bondage pants, and covered with tattoos, even on the neck. Me? Jeans and a sweater, which shows a bit of cleavage, but not too much, the color of turquoise.
We walk in unison and our boots are matching. Black leather Harley boots. The loud clunk of the boots as they touch the floor... We walk through the place and are very noticeable. He has a personality much like my own and we are a riot together. I take notice of how he greets people with a winning smile, saying hello and how are you. I do the same thing.
He has a rough exterior but is just as nice and sweet as can be. We go into a small restaurant almost like a team, talking to people, using our like qualities. The people open up to us and talk with us like they have known us forever.
His exterior melts away and you see him for who he is on the inside, if only you give it a chance.
I was introduced to him many months ago by another artist and very happy for it. He has become a great friend who I can just stop in and talk to, and believe me, I have.
We have many of the same religious views, and are both Christians. When I am questioning myself worthiness in my relationship I go and talk to him.
I wonder why 'J' has done this or that, why he has done something so nice, special for me. Chris says, "Woman, open your eyes to yourself. He loves you."
I know he does, I know I love him. Now, I am learning to love thyself.
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