She must have thought I flirted by design
Because I saw the ink upon her arm
Her tat was yin and yang, without the line
Of forms opposed, but didn’t break her charm
She said it wasn’t tacky; I agreed
It wasn’t just flirtatious; It was true
So what if she was pretty? I’ll concede
That pretty girls need tats and sonnets too!
I showed her Courtney’s heart, to help dispel
Dichotomy in words I used; I smiled
I found the beauty in her words as well
Her yin, my yang were tame; her tat was wild!
Flirtations may be fun, but tats are art
And words on tats are where flirtations start!