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


Location: United States

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