“Born to Die” on his left bicep
At the age of seventeen
He fancied himself an American samurai
Of sorts, though no training

She thought him cool despite himself
A good egg and passably unique
Not boring, at least, and commendably
Energetic between the sheets

They lasted longer than you might think
‘Til she went off to uni
He cried and got a new tattoo
“I’ll Always Dream of Judy”