Sweet Peeks
at
the
sweet peaks
ice cream shop
a tattooed lady
sat with her coterie of friends
among mix and match children licking and chattering
her low cut short sleeved dress taunted me for she wore only one tattoo whose story stretched
from her toes to the nape of her neck like bosch's garden of earthly delights– i froze
with desire longing to undress her not for her flesh
but to grasp the ink spread and tale
she and her artist
and fate found
to tease
the
world
