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Michelle | 1 years ago (raw) | export | reply | flag 
 Let your hands 
Decipher the 
Inscriptions
On my skin,
The runic scars 
The blade of
Memory incised. 
Let your mouth 
Give this false 
Flesh meaning
Without threat
Of sin, under a
Canopy of stars.

#Poetry
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jwt | 1 years ago (raw) | root | parent | reply | flag 
 @5435aaa1 this was great reading. Well written!
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9d4ab0c7 | 1 years ago (raw) | root | parent | reply | flag 
 @5435aaa1 Wow. Good poem 💔✨
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7f80d53a | 1 years ago (raw) | root | parent | reply | flag 
 Hmm.  More to this than meets the eye, I think, @Michelle.

You could, almost, be referencing tattoos with the "inscriptions", but that is both too obvious and does not fit.  They are not in braille, far less carved runes, and, so, are not deciphered by touch.  Nor, as far as I know, are you literally bearing runic script in scar tissue.

So, what you seek is a mental, emotional touch, to sense the scars of that non physical nature that may run deep, but are still there to be felt on the surface.  Old wounds that memory refuses to smooth, but cuts open again.  The mouth is not a reference to a physical kiss, but to words of empathy and understanding, giving meaning to the experience of this life (this flesh) in an expression that, however loving, supportive and understanding, is innocent of anything improper (without sin).  The canopy of stars is an almost dreamlike communion, or communication that, as "beneath the sky", could be anywhere on this earth.  Distance no impediment.

I hope you find the communication you seek, if I am correct about this.
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a96c3806 | 1 years ago (raw) | root | parent | reply | flag 
 @5435aaa1 This is absolutely stunning, Michelle. I love it.