Tattoo

She sports this sacred elephant on
the curve of her lower belly, tameless and
moonlit field;

You watch it parade softly across
occupied territory as she falls back in a
manoeuvre designed to increase tension
and build critical mass;
it’s no secret what happens next:
you lose consciousness and end up on the floor.

Later, as she dresses, see the tattoo elephant
against burnt sienna skin; denim slides like water
over the perfect hidden delta;
and now perhaps she’ll introduce you to her friends.

Jared Millar