I am made of water
I first learnt it when, at age 13
I dropped a glass of it
And it trickled through my veins
As my father told me he didn’t know why he loved me
After that, every day I was kissed by sunlight
I shimmered
Like a pond lost in a forest of
Thought that no one visited
I used to look at my hands and wonder
Why I could see right through
The sinew
And bone
Into translucent fluid bubbling
Where blood red should be
But whenever someone deigned to hold
My shaking digits, I felt the cold
Of my insides freezing us both
Eventually, when they could no longer hold
My icy arms,
They let go
On their way to greener pastures
Then I would melt
Seek the sun,
Weep for joy at the torrents inside me
That flowed again
You cannot touch this liquid life
Unless your fingers are blessed by a burning
Unlike anything before or after you,
I long to simmer in a scalding embrace,
You whom I have yet to meet,
You who will boil my insides until
One day,
I disappear
Like a pond dried up in summer,
Its filaments caressing the sun,
Lost forever to the world below
Until after years,
I will rain again on gardens
That men will worship
And whose beauty,
(Nourished by a love that no one knows),
Will enshrine our embrace for generations
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 7:01 AM UTC
I am made of water
I first learnt it when, at age 13
I dropped a glass of it
And it trickled through my veins
As my father told me he didn’t know why he loved me
After that, every day I was kissed by sunlight
I shimmered
Like a pond lost in a forest of
Thought that no one visited
I used to look at my hands and wonder
Why I could see right through
The sinew
And bone
Into translucent fluid bubbling
Where blood red should be
But whenever someone deigned to hold
My shaking digits, I felt the cold
Of my insides freezing us both
Eventually, when they could no longer hold
My icy arms,
They let go
On their way to greener pastures
Then I would melt
Seek the sun,
Weep for joy at the torrents inside me
That flowed again
You cannot touch this liquid life
Unless your fingers are blessed by a burning
Unlike anything before or after you,
I long to simmer in a scalding embrace,
You whom I have yet to meet,
You who will boil my insides until
One day,
I disappear
Like a pond dried up in summer,
Its filaments caressing the sun,
Lost forever to the world below
Until after years,
I will rain again on gardens
That men will worship
And whose beauty,
(Nourished by a love that no one knows),
Will enshrine our embrace for generations
