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

© Azure Jo Storm

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You’ll see me soon,

Azure