BRANDING IRONS

Sizzling sentences steaming its serenade,
droplets of their notes
drip across the pores
in goosebump waves.

Snippets of passionate phrases
drawn in traces by the written fingers,
tattooing in fiery caresses,
reaching to the heart.

How the mystery unfolds,
this majesty unseen,
raptures strokes streaking to the spine,
from the eloquence spoken as a wind,
cool and crisp,
tingling with its shuddering power
where the language leaves
scars only you can see,
but never can forget.

Upon the membrane of self,
seared and numb by the mesmerizing dialect,
is rubbed the euphoric and timeless vocabulary,
healing and invigorating,
embraced in its stunning message.

Most of all is the soothing sensation
as if silk was pulled over naked flesh,
when hearing those words of such unconditional love
from a divine voice captured in scriptures,
using salvation’s promise as branding iron
to make the sign of cross
upon redeemed skin.