lines and lines of words

written over my body

like geometric tattoos grafted onto skin

paintbrush swoops a curve into being

ink drips down creating splattery spots

center of this domed droplet sinks down into skin

you’d think it’d hurt to have 

sentences 

words 

paragraphs 

written across your chest 

down your thighs 

surrounding your ankles 

but you’d be wrong

you wouldn’t know the relief 

of a pen that danced on each part of you

until a poem had formed

symbolic meanings that could be deciphered by secret societies 

a line bold as rain matching the rhythm of my shape

cool liquid drifts over and under spaces joined by ancient bones

no secrets when the words are put on display 

just the aesthetic wonderings

musings

of the few who breathe life into sacred spaces