Doctor, my pen
is mighty as your scalpel. It cuts
as deep and broad.  Layer upon

layer it excavates ignorance and hate. Dare I say
my work’s as great? We both work with
our hands, minds, hearts

and thrones. For the greatness of ourselves,
the greatness of others, the greatness of
pen and scalpel

i inhaled sharply
as if our fingers sliding together
was the breath of fresh air
i never knew i needed

I want to give you infinity. Bloom immunity. This could be our forever.

O how you feel like
a ship docking in the port

When I loved the open sea