Shoulder Tattoo Poem by Uriah Hamilton

Shoulder Tattoo

Rating: 5.0


Will I ever find you again
My lost and lovely friend
In this dark world
That conspires against love?

Once, we were sweet drunkards
Kissing in the rain,
Winding our way to a bookstore
To buy a thesaurus.

I’ll dance alone tonight
Clutching a dictionary
And dreaming about
Your shoulder tattoo,
Les Fleurs Du Mal.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Esther Leclerc 11 June 2006

Ah, is there much better in life than kissing in the rain? ... The yearning in this poem is palpable and bittersweet. Thanks for this.

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Will Barber 10 June 2006

Baudelaire nor Verlaine couldn't have said it any better, I think. Still, did you have to mention tattoos (shudder) ? It's enough to want one to slug down Absinthe. Fine write, though. A bit of a thrill is a shudder. Too much of a thrill means jail. You seem to be doing just fine, not crossing the line. Love and concern, Will

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Ernestine Northover 29 May 2006

The thought of one of these being hammered into my skin gives me the shivers, but they are there to stay so maybe they are worth it if they trigger a memory of something nice in another's heart. Nice write Uriah. Love Ernestine XXX

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Sandra Fowler 28 May 2006

Haunting and elegaic like a whisper in the dusk. Lovely work.Uriah. Kindest regards, Sandra

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Goldy Locks 28 May 2006

je suis triste parce que de cette poem, Uriah. mais romantique!

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