I did not wish to know you as my enemy
To see across the thin line of time and space
And find eyes of my eyes bleeding in another brother
Son of a different mother born of the same stardust
Child of the cosmos, a miracle of consciousness
I know those veins that cut and curve across your wrist
Bluish green swerving things
I know those marks on your palms
The ones once read as life lines
The ones that are the same as mine, to short
The grief-stricken child missing mother or father
The lonely sister hugging her struggling brother
The sand, stone, water, and white heat
The wind rain and dirt that bore this body home
And me sitting stupidly silent in shame
Dumbfounded by your beauty and your strength
Not some stranger narrating with my voice
Nor ghostly metaphor concealing my choices
This is the purest form of a broken heart that I can present
These syllables are my lifetime investment
Spent in pain to plead for love
I love you and you and you and you