Alex

As my next eyes see the body

That stretches by limb and spirit,

Foundation cracks and my soul screams.

Soul stretching is a playground demolished.

An urban dotted skyline of lights and heights,

Planned and thrown up with joy

And expectation and confidence,

Now will be deconstructed--

Is already compromised at the dirt

And at the marbled peaks --

Part by giant part,

Pebble by heavenly pebble,

Until soil is left, turned over, inside out,

Kneaded and aired,

Dry and solitary.

Dry. Solitary.

Crooked. Choked.

Baby, love?

Promised me the city of gold.

Guided me, your wings, my heart.

Raised me, lungs and sight and joy.

That I was All and love and more.

My brown eyes see the future.

They see, they’ve known,

My bones are tempted by the vision;

It is large and intricate,

Where monochrome bursts

And multi-grays turn to infinite crystals,

Reflections are many and chosen,

Your colors will bounce back and on,

Expansive color, with which to build,

With which to make worlds mine.

I can see me there in shades of brown and green.

But hazel wavers.  It drifts in and out with the sun.

I am still content to live inside the bubble,

Still ready to race into it,

Fall into its eternal cushions,

Behind the heavy, old, oak door

That squeals at its closing or opening,

Still ready, willing with all my heart

To forget my head,

Forget and give up

My age, my sight, my expanded love,

If only those giant arms would open

To me, again.