my thigh bone covered in scrimshaw
each coffee stained line of human ivory
a thin memory of us
of incidents on skin
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floating and leaving no trace
my thigh bone covered in scrimshaw
each coffee stained line of human ivory
a thin memory of us
of incidents on skin
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‘incidents on skin’ gave me chills! love it as always ❤️
It’s a good phrase, isn’t it? I actually misread a line from someone else’s work as incidents in skin and knew that I had to use it.
Very vivid the images are out of this world talented Crow
Thanks very much. I actually picked up that line from you. I misread indents in skin in one of your poems. Thanks for the inspiration.
ha ha ha! Well either way I really loved this and you did a superb job my friend
So good. I envision scars on ones skin; some small and others quite substantial…. appearing like footprints on a map…. this is where you are…. where I’ve been…. how you’ve marked me with your words and your touch.
Certain magic in muscle memory and scar tissue.
Superb.
Thank you. I wasn’t sure it worked overall even though I liked some of the lines.