• jetblackwolf 9w

    The calling

    Rolled up to a patch of darker shade of sunburnt skin,
    collective point of years of friction upon touch,
    her elbows holding up unbuttoned pink cotton sleeves,

    Bare bony wrists tattooed,
    an outline of a heart atop an infinite hearts, diminished into the pores of her skin,

    As if it were to voice out the phrase wearing one's heart on sleeves,

    Act of unconditional love,
    beaming brighter than full moon's light,
    at glimpse of her existence,
    where hell and heaven bow in grace,
    oh bringer of love and light.
    ©jetblackwolf