Work Text:
Blue ink
Streaked across
Your skin,
Like a blessing,
A talisman—
But you don't need it,
Not you
(You with your hair so wild,
You with your glare so sharp),
You have all the blessings you need
Here with you already.
In the lines of your arms,
In the sweep of your gaze,
In the tread of your feet—
Like dirt
Under your fingernails,
There is lightning in your hands;
Something electric,
Something I can feel
Every time I watch you
Dip your fingers in deep, deep blue,
Every time I watch you
Paint alabaster white with
All the blue of the ocean you have never seen.
