willingly carved in exquisite pain
the needle is her path
the ink the sonata on her skin
painted phoenix and painted rose
upon her back
like a macabre parchment of prose

she is a painted lady
the beauty within carved in beauty
on her willing skin
there is no sin
just a painted phoenix and a painted rose
celebrating the light she has within

she is a painted lady
her tattoos mark her
but there is beauty in the symmetry
and it gives voice to her resonating soul
shouting in ink:’she is free’

(c) 2015 allen simpson
dedicated to the painted lady… you know who you are