Tattoo

I want a heart of gold
I want it in bold, on the cleft of my left chest.
All I want is for you to understand,
But I cannot speak to you.

All I can manage is a gulp-
My Adam’s apple quivers and
You sigh. The whole world sighs.
Like Solomon, you know what is right and what is wrong
You sit across me in ur throne,
With your crisp white shirt and your black collar on.

It’s about aesthetics.
It’s about ascetics.
It’s what’s mine
It’s what’s divine.

To you, my heart of gold may as well be fodder.
For this ink in my skin will brand me a bull
And you will be ashamed that I had once drank from your udder.

But there can only be one bull.
The 19 years under your shadow have sharpened my horns
And as the blood which leaks from my pores christens me
I will strike you in your side to bathe in your rich holy oil.