Inked- Part 3

But the man who has doubts is condemned if he eats, because his eating is not from faith; and everything that does not come from faith is sin. – Romans 14:23

He wears sleeves

To warm chills of abstracted motifs

To cool the warmth of picturesque memoirs

 

His graffiti is synesthetic

Illusions of appetizing anecdotes

Silhouettes of fragrant fairy tales

 

His typography is aesthetic

Caricatures of gritty gossip

Shadows of silent sagas

 

I’m a voyeur of his decorations

My prejudiced perspective is absorbed in aspiration

 

I trace the lines and devour the iconography

His delicious artwork entices me with each sting of his needle

 

The ache animates my need of markings

My life without your canvas is an allegory of nothingness

 

Render me of your palette

Please permanent me with your stains