Tattooed: a poem
Under my painted blue with clouds umbrella As the rain holds my hand during the storm I gape up at the lighting tattooed sky Yearning to fling the umbrella away and Scream, just scream, Into the night - not a damn given Under the street lit lights Water relieving me of complicated thoughts Seeping into my veins like the flashes belting above A lifeline of nature A lifeline for me I desire a new ‘first’ tattoo Letting a new meaning carve into my skin Blood and ink mixing into ichor To craft a statement My mouth can’t translate Lighting was there at my birth Lighting should walk with me each day Lighting should be left on my vessel after I Return to the skies Under my painted blue with clouds umbrella Gazing longingly at a domain I cannot go to yet As lighting bolts shoots a contemporary photo, the storm clouds its backdrop I foresee what my new ‘first’ tattoo Is going to be