Can I tell you what you are?
You are the tangible anatomy
of the brightest star I have ever seen.
I need to taste you the way a child must taste
a table, with curiosity and wholeness.
Bring the universe to shudders and a heart
to
beating so that as one existence a single heart
can feel and be ignited by the fire of what you
are
and at the in and out of exhale a wholeness
will be funneled down and pressured into the
meek anatomy
of i. With as much courage as I can gather let
me taste
what my only human eyes have ever seen.
I have heard velvet dipped in chocolate and
have seen
the way an abandoned lover can hide his heart.
Let me never experience the sullen taste
of a universe without you. Are
there ever forevers in burned out anatomies
of self-contained universes? What wholeness
can there be if left alone? What wholeness
can there be in abandonment? I have seen
the scars that taint your aging anatomy
and I am witness to the hurting heart
that continues to beat. There are
too many lies that I can taste
and too many hurts that I can taste
hindering you to feel the wholeness
that I do. You are
not the skinniest boy that I’ve ever seen.
You are not the sad tale of a dead heart
and you are not simply an anatomy…
No. You are not just an anatomy.
You are not the taste
of hurt and you are not the broken heart.
You are not the example of failed wholeness
and you are not the most uncoordinated dance
I’ve ever seen.
I can tell you in 39 lines what you are,
You are the self-contained anatomy of
wholeness.
The most enduring heart I’ve ever seen,
the taste of what dreams are. |