I became the canvas
And now I understand
Surrender of being changed forever
Under the artist’s hand

To be still, open and reverent
To receive this artist’s prayer
Onto this tapestry of flesh
My bones and spirit wear

A profound dance of tantra
Where skin and needle merge
Pouring forth their ink and blood
As immense sensations surge

Pain folded into pleasure
With each breath I drank it in
Both humbled and empowered by
Each stroke across my skin

I have always been the artist
Always the one to give
To pour my heart out on a canvas
And see my visions live

Then I became the canvas
Stepped to the other side
And learned what it is to be given rapture
By being beautified.

Art by Philip Milic @pmtattoos
Poem by Ka