MindWraith

We want steel cut skin
The kind that don’t feel
Efficiency above all else
Ignore our essence

Oh, if we did embrace..
our soft
paper thin skin.
Our sensitivities..
like puffs of cotton seeds
floating
with only
the softest sigh
of warm Spring..

How much more in tune
we would be to each other
Nature
The seasons
The shifting of the stars
The oracles whispered in the sands.

Any that bleeds
Bleeds the whole.
How we would scramble
to hold each other up
to seal a broken twig
to bury a dead rat
to wipe a tear gently..

To listen like drinking the words of God
to love like the last gasp of air
to feel deeply the pleasures of Life
sorrow, grief, joy and awe..

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Sharing one poem on dVerse Open link night #297.
Hosted by Mish in spirit of 2020 Tokyo Olympics!