Your hand
Outstretched towards me
Was the thing I have craved
For what seems forever. Every
Time I saw them dancing
I wanted to be a part, but couldn't
Bring myself to free
My body from my mind. That
Hand, your hand
Is the one I've always waited for, the
Invitation I've been needing, that
Last push, the display of
Willingness on your behalf that
Lets me be a part as well, lets me
Move my body ecstatically to
Music that is mostly not my own
But makes me, finally, a part.

God's apple is so *******
He bit at it and spat out the seeds
And the garden of Eden grew
Another tree, he
Banished the humans because
He needed some quiet
And filled the land
With the seeds of his favourite fruit, God
Is a tree who is firmly
Rooted in the ground and
Stretches out his arms to
Help others, God sent the apples
Down to the world so that
Metaphors could be span out of them
In the hearts of the weary
And in the mouth of lovers
We sat in God's living room
And he offered us
Some apples
We had to decline.

I always wished for long slender finger
So that I could play more nimbly, so my
Art would be better but now I look at the
Bones and flesh that are my hands which
Seem disconnected from this world, from
Real life, from she who is me, they feel
Fragile, as if they might break at any
Moment and with
Them is me.

You shout "Space!", you notice
A flickering light just behind
Your head and permit the
Fireflies to show themselves
To us, for the first time, you
Persist it's a helicopter, though
I want to believe it is a star,
Shining brighter than all the
Others, flickering so slightly
Like myself, we walk and I
Try to enjoy myself, the chill
Of the spring evening and the
Beauty of our world, the white
Dandelions around us almost
Glowing in the dark, but I am
Trapped inside a world of my own
Creation, one to which you are
Not welcome, and so we are
Apart although we are together
My brain alternating between
Throwing off it's guards completely
In pure exhaustion and letting
Myself immerse in the pain or
Staying strong and being
Constantly disconnected from
My surroundings.  I just wish
It weren't so beautiful tonight.

You envy my ability
To remember, please
Don't.

Lately,
I seem to be having
More dream than sleep.

I find myself
Waking up in pure exhaustion
From an over active subconscious.

Adrenalin
Doing it's best to fill
The void that is you.

Lately,
I tend to lose
My hands and feet.

I leave them
In some corner and
Forget that I ever had

The ability
To walk freely
Wherever and whenever I wish.

Lately,
I seem to want
To constantly run

Away.