Scar (Just Another Scar on the Body)

But sleep, a beaded talisman. Our hearts working
as rain, fluttering

forests of rose and bone, perpetually reborn, protected by thorns,
where fear is sin

where no sword turns

where angels are the body within

each body a portal


Each window as hesitation?
What are salt and glass to me.


Just another scar on the body
You are always pointing to come home


You understand even if you pretend not to
The way the dying light favored you five hours later--
staining your blouse, staining our fingers

that last light lives in your body and the soul of your body as auric deities
hidden in dripping caves


Just another scar on the body
Every arrow points to somewhere
You are always pointing to come home


Falling through the sky again
Seeping through each veil of rain

Deep into your summer
Try to find the source again

Just another scar on the body
Every arrow points to somewhere
You are always pointing to come home


© 2008 Richard Fammerée/Nomadica Musica & Poetry, ASCAP