The subtle code

I can find the natural code
It´s abstract ratio drives some mad
The humid wind finds me and presses it´s code
Salt stuck to our bodies
sweat departed now dry and itchy

The skin screams and vibrates
Through the pores
That´s where it hides it´s codes

Knee high weeds the bugs apartments
no safety codes for them
Dogs wet hair, tongue out round edges of the mouth
There´s a dip in the corner
which makes it look like he´s smiling
That´s a code

The tangled roots of the ficus tree
Skeleton hair it´s a code
Each blemish of a clouding sky
A code indeed