Exotica hard bone and sinew the jangle of heavy piercings what exotic land have I entered with a painted man? ink trails over arms maps to follow distant chants of tribal rhythms on his back new territory to learn with fingertips with breath and tongue the hard velvet of hair springing texture of flesh - savor this place, branded in memory - a token of this trip the aftertaste of metallic rings the imprint of lips that stay tattooed on my skin  ©2007 by Chloe Waits