corners

Lamplight doesn't shine so bright when the lamps are tattoos on every arm I see

Sometimes they set the inner arm aglow, casting coy light on the unshaven tufts of hair

Sometimes they shine as beacons on the outer arm where even moths are hypnotized 

Like a moth I am hypnotized by the black lines etched into your skin

Though the posts are rigid you make them sway as if god intended to make immoveable objects fly

To break static

Break rigid

Breaking the ground

To set new pavements in mid air

I see your arms move and you build a street in front of my face

I see the corner on which you made me and broke me

All lit in these somber shades of grey

It was your choice not to add color to your flesh, you thought there was a timelessness to black ink and the many shades it offers

At the time, I just thought you were trying to justify the permanence of a lamppost carved into your arm

But now I see it

Electricity may have replaced fire

Wires may have replaced wick and oil

And pulsing energy may have replaced flickering warmth

But your shades continue to light the way

Light is light

I might not like it

But you have the power of god

You can create light out of mid air

And create a corner

To make or break