Sonnet (Opening Day 2019)

[primeideal]

I've never been the type to get tattoos.
Not for me needless needles, cursed to prick.
And more than that, what image could I choose
That I'll believe in long enough to stick?

A creed? A club? A formula? Though truth
Once proven, one might never contradict,
The length of passions kindled in my youth
Is something I'm too cautious to predict.

But, if I choose my skin to unadorn,
I won't seek respect from the insincere.
I will not hide desire behind scorn,
Though showing love become an act to fear.

There is more than enough noise to dismiss:
Let no true pleasures add their guilt to this.