Fingerprints

I was actually trying to explain one my other ones, and this appeared.

One night I came stumbling home 

As I discarded the days clothing

there was something I noticed

There was a hand upon my stomach

then traveled up my lined skin 

to the smiling gate of my voice

I swear I could feel those familiar hands

As they reminded themselves of the scarred ivory they left behind 

Which remembered their every fingerprint 

As the two reacquainted themselves 

I turned into you

to see you make some black remark 

     float away

             away to your earthly body

And from my chamber once more

Leaving me imprinted with your DNA

and my naked self 

  

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

i like the imagery here, almost love making but not quite. the 'fingerprints' belay a larger more
fundamental imperitive of beautiful singing. very nicely written,

dana