Storm Over My Skin

On By Jasmine on the GraveIn Body, Seed

I’ve worn the storm over my skin—
vibrant, red.
Lightning from my tongue
forming electric, magnetic thoughts.

Stars in my eyes,
under halos of gold.

I placed my heart before you—
let it drip scarlet.

Alive, the key between my teeth,
kiss me, I pleaded.

Slip off the bandages from my wounds—
pink, but mostly healed.

Scratch the surface of my mind
with your language; speak.

I’ve been there with you too,
swimming in water,
coming up for air
when you do.

Your intelligence changed me—
and I will never be without gratitude for it.

I am consumed,

all claret and rose,
missing you.

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