you're so hot
your heart will never break again
once you realize the absence you grieve
is a presence within asking to receive
the magic you perceive is but you staring
into yourself
I wish I could see you from as many
perspectives as your mind composes
I wish I could be the words you write
see from their vantage
to feel your smile as I'm pulled
by your immersive gaze and melt into
meaning
blister into belonging and never scab
every time you hit the right note
your eyes are a slow light ablaze
glimmering through every disappearing dusk
I wish I knew what it was like to be the pen you hold
the way your grip tightens when a line makes you bleed
smearing black ink like a painting touched with a new feeling
the keys you type on with fervor and passion like you mean it
I wish I could be a feeling
to cleanse in the scent of your tears
to not need a sea but dive in the current of
your name
and purify the body that carries you
I want to be the lone freckle in your right eye
to know how it feels to be submerged in a
vision
breathing
never coming up for air
never needing to in order to feel alive
as the rest of your vessels contract
your eyes remind me of another way to breathe
you're so hot
even though you've been silent most of your life
how I wish I could feel what your lips felt
the moment they spoke
feel the way they quivered before separating
the rush of your release
I want to exist as the air they press upon
collapse between their symmetry
and fall into its shape carved by your exhale
you're so hot
I wish I could see you without a mirror
know what it is to really see you
then write a poem about the way I do
what other choice could my body bear to
seep
without a barrier that only shows your reflection
I want to undress the glass as it shatters between us
feel you reach for me like I do when I reach for my voice
you're so hot
when you believe in a dream
let reality retract
until you're refracted in a realm of your calling
how I want to hear the volume of your cords raise arpeggios in the heat of an answer please always keeps answering
I want to be the floor you walk upon
feel the whole of you without fracturing
I want to be the fragment of the imagination you extract
be inside its prism that directs the sun...
