Spirals On The Skin Poem by Naveed Akram

Our arms are in a spiral, forgetting petals,
Our hands attached seem delicate as frost,
My own fingers are blessings from a rule,
For my mother makes a soul a world, she
Flowed from rivers and stars that point.

Our legs carry awesome qualities, offering
Stars a welcome, a meeting with death and life,
That is the success of laughter and gases.
My body is joined to the other sphere, with numbers
Feeling letters of the walk and talk, of legs.

May curves and shapes exceed the paraphrase,
Graphic minds are graphic tastes of the skin.
But where are the armours and weapons of a
Forgotten race that abides in the heavens? From
The Earth a plainsman spits his head and body to us.