Posts Tagged ‘excitement’

I’m not all there.

My heart is not whole.

My mind isn’t focused.

Am I even awake?

The second hand doesn’t jar me,

the clock does nothing to bolster me,

it does not reach with its brass hands

to pull me from my bed, or shake me

from my dull daydreams.

With a lightbulb burning like a confined sun,

not even blue cloak of noon or black sheath of night

can rouse me from this blank state.

I have to take initiative

and realize, that I could wallow

in this murk,

but that would not stop my life diminishing

with each twitch of the thin second-hand.

If you could lift these wounds,

peel them off like children’s stickers;

if you could house my faint heart

drumming under your arms,

my face pressed against the maternal warmth

of your chest.

if you could see me;

infantile, sobbing over scarlet cuts and scrapes,

the opening of my innocent skin– this Earth’s first incision.

My darling, my friend,

of whom I know so much and still

so little,

would you be there?

Would the hole in your chest contract,

and your starry-eyed glitter of dreams

recede into your pupils

so you could wholly see the crimson blood of reality?

My darling, my friend,

would you extract yourself

from your fragrant life of new suitors

just so you could cup the softness of my temples

and cool the agitated flare that beat, beat, beat

such a racket against my skull?

If you could take an excursion

from the humdrum sidewalks

and lost-luster neon so we could venture forth

into the dark and endless green, the contained infinity of the natural,

would you?

My dear dear friend, would you?