statue

When the light falls and casts a shadow, how do I tell if you're a man or a statue? Was it the artistry of the sculptor that your shadow would resemble a man's, or the impartiality of light to distinguish you from that made of bronze?

I find myself examining the unmoving you, hovering in your vicinity, encircling, outlining...

You, in the first dimension, are dark, silent. Impenetrable. In the second, you'd be lost.

From above, I'd see you, from under, feel you, from inside, touch you, and over and over again, I'd know you.

Only in depth will I find you. And where light cannot decipher, I will.

Tonight the sky's a murky sea
And I am caught between
The shadows fade, the air hangs heavy
It's not you, it's never me.

Your heart, you say, is bigger than
My head, I say, I think
Encapsulate then suffocate
In those chambers I will sink

And shrink, and sink
And stretch, and wring but
I'm not that strong I think

To break your heart, to set me free
It will stink
It will sting

kin

How do we sever the umbilical cord that flowed with love, strength and guidance? Does joy and pain come hand in hand? But we have grown too heavy for you to lug us along now, take the blade and make the cut, once. You know we still bear your name, our blood stream fused with your bosom's feed. I hope and pray, someday, we'll meet again, and greet not with sharp words and dagger stares. Will absence make our hearts grow fonder?

mustard seed

Sometimes, between two beings, you don't feel like talking. Content with lying down, next to each other, I just want to hear your breathing, feel your heartbeat. I'm not going to ask you for anything tonight, I've forgotten how or what to ask for. But it suffices to just lie beside you, to hear your heartbeat and feel your breathing. My knowledge of your presence beneath my skin is comfort enough to know that everything is going to be alright.