Voice of the Tattoo
I span the space on your chest
with the infinite
from which you come—
You are resplendent with stars!
With every breath
that pushes out your lungs,
I sing your origin.
My tatted constellations hum
across your moving canvas,
dear one, to remind you—
When it comes, your ending time,
here’s your map
to fly back home.
©Susa Silvermarie 2007
