A nameless poem tattooed on my skin
I will carry my next poem tattooed on the skin, with indelible ink will remain engraved. As a shelter, between letters at the mercy of time, my silence will speak the ignoble discourse of the heartless...
"And you will not scratch your body for the dead, nor will you print any sign on you..." src
My naked body will be a mold. It will reveal the untitled poem in me and only covered in blue or black, it will make it possible for me to speak without having to write.
I will be abhorred by the tattoo artist, when he eats his work to the worm. His ink, even among the dead, will speak next to the howl of this lone wolf.
Anathema without a name written between the world and me, not even the air can ask with his caress.
What I feel will be said by the needle and the scratch: "All we need is love", the slogan of two, who love each other as much as one.
I am the only witness of a legend in front of the mirror, filling the furrows left by the passage of time, of whom he committed sin by marking on his skin what he could not say with his thirsty lips.
And so, I will receive the maiden with my hug, I will deliver what I am with the voice of the forgotten.
The tattoo is the legacy of an unfaithful love, whose lyrics dared to run away from my lap.
To be condemned in the prison of my skin, a poem without a name that I still haven't found in the sacred book...
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Thank for your kind attention,
Venezuela
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