He was the second man to appreciate.
Most commented on the cost. Made some remark which
incorporated, in intent if not actuality, words such as ‘spendthrift’ and
‘narcissist’; their revulsion stemming from being forced to contemplate – come
face to face with – their ignorance, their inadequacy and the fear they had left
it far too late.
He knew to translate the tiny script of circled rubrics. To
trace, with tongue and fingertip, touch sparse as exhaled breath of sleeping
babe, the fine-inked lines that led inexorably
to the places where pleasure was most intense.
And understood the tattooist had been first.
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