If My Body is a Jacket

If My Body Is A Jacket

if my body is a jacket
let it be a temple for the music human's fail to dance to,
let it cling to the ears of my soul
caress my spirit with symphonies
and keep me warm from every biting cold
of betrayals

if my my body is a jacket
let it sinew my bones from thorns-laden roses
and be an underground cave that shields my soul
from the tornado that descends from heights of hopes
lest i be uprooted from my sole
to float about like the hangman's rope

if my body is a jacket
let it be like stanzas of a poem tattooed 
on my flesh like a mosaic of many random happy memories - 
soothing.

 

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