Your body
is a constalation
of scar tissue
and places.
My fingerprints
are shadows in time
pressed in wet clay
outlasting moments
perfumed breath.
You sweeping my hair
like a rug shaken
back into place
leaves no trace
no discontent in the air
nothing save tin
stars cut from metal
casting pearly light
through the thin places
you keep together with
twine and fisherman’s net
hoping to catch
and also, be saved.
More superb imagery
This was something very different and yet perfectly related to. The choice of words and metaphors is wonderful and makes everything seem so realistic. Love is beautifully portrayed. I could feel my eyes moisten while reading some lines. What a masterpiece!! Kudos to you!!
You are welcome
#PATRICKSTORIES
Peace ✌and Love ❤
ohmygosh Candice…. *sigh* I adore this. This touched me deeply.
My beautiful sister of the snow
Nice to see you here. When you’re quiet, well, my world is a bit dimmer.