Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #521

Over Thy Wounds
by Belinda Roddie

Over thy wounds, I breathe what was once yours:
all memories in cool tendrils of air,
sorrows like smoke wafting through all my pores
and in and out of my nostrils. The pair
of us are riddled with inadequate
tattoos - spider webs - leaking red and black -
we bleed ink - we are ink - our plodding fate
to be nothing but scribbles on the back
of the hand of some god soaked in ennui,
like cologne. I will kiss each broken word,
assuming the shape of your fractured teeth,
until your language somehow can be heard -
revived - recognized - burning in my mouth.
I never knew that you could be so loud.