i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) 

- Edward E Cummings

(i carry your heart with me)

I have a distant friend who tattooed the first line on her upper back. I think it is absolutely beautiful, perfect even. I love visiting her fb page just to look at her tattoo. I feel an urge to get another tattoo and I know this time it's mere impulse. Which means I must never get one as long as I feel this reckless desire. Briefly, I already know what I want to cover my back with. But, I don't want to rush it because it's the biggest canvas on the body. It has to flow and considering the fact that I'm planning on more of a collage rather than a single large design, I have to think it through v v carefully. What's for sure, they will all be in black and white. Because I think I may be allergic to various coloured inks. I can't wait... (one of these days, when I get my polaroid camera working, I'll take a photo of my feather and post it here.)