words that can’t be spoken or spelled (20170225)

i am less an open book to you
than a blank page

you write on me with your fingers
your words sink into my skin

like your teeth
and i am tattooed by your multicolor voice

you do not erase
only write over the soft, pink scars

replacing old
with new

the touch of your fingertips
like a singing water glass

16 thoughts on “words that can’t be spoken or spelled (20170225)”

    1. The left coast is still here, my friend. Wet and gray, but that means things will be green. Hopefully it means my peach tree will start blossoming soon.

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