Like Puzzle Pieces
Rationality dissolves like sugar in water, around us. Salty tears and the smell of blood have no meaning, except that which we give them. And I give them a lot, –I’m generous, that way.
I cry every day, and bleed every month,
when my womb melts from the inside outas a regular reminderthat we create life–It’s just how we’re built.Being by your bodygives my womb permission.Somehow the frequencyof your womanhood resonateslike a tuning fork, in my arms,when you’re there,just breathing.Your hands against my skinmake a certain sound,nobody else can hear–like the taste in my mouthwhen you look at me,or elsewhere.So, I write lyrics to songsthat will never be sungand dance with myselfwhen you are not here.The ache in my jointshints at our years togetherand screams:“I want to grow old with you.”Woman, I want to peel offthe veils that cloak realityso we can see the contrastbetween now and eternity.I’m done playing hide and seekwith love, the truth, and god.You have tagged me inand together we’re teamed,like a double negativethat makes everything
positive.When I cry, or bleed, now,You may–or may not–join me,but I am not alone.We are reconciling opposites.Like puzzle pieces, that don’tactually fit, but leave a holein the picture, so we canremember it’s an illusion. Read the rest →