Tuesday, October 1, 2013


 This poem was written for Poets of Google+ #promptoftheweek

 I see through you

your skin-transparent-
like light being shined,
though fingers or earlobe.

I see through you

the veins pulsing-
with each heartbeat,
and blood gushing warmth.

I see through you

between the bones-
the chocolate-ish marrow,
and tender nerves.

But, somewhere along

the veins of your heart,
a deep spot,
a cavity,
deeper than the light being shined.

Like watching
through a glass darkly.

Author: Jims Varkey