Muted sky, clear drops:
Mellow lullaby falls-
Soothing to the soul.

your face is pale,
your lips dry,
but you still look perfect in
the moonlight.

You graze your rough finertips over my body, my cuts, my scars
You gaze deep into my eyes
You read them like Braille
You make sense of them
The words I write on my body
The stories I tell
The words that don’t make sense out loud
So I write them as lines
Ingrained into my body my body
As Braille
That only you can read