Back bent, arms out,
I cannot contain my spirit's desire.
I will dance if there is no music,
and roll with the punches,
even if nobody is throwing them.
I am heaven-sent, hell-born,
purgatory-living in its finest form.
If you dare to laugh, I'll laugh along, too,
Because it feels good to hurt so bad.
You don't seem to realize how much I know
without saying a word, with just a look in your eye.
I am glimmering, reading, illusion illustration,
staring into the greatest galaxies I have imagined for myself.
And you, with petty marks and pretty scars,
have ventured out into the cold without shoes on.
As I look both ways to cross the street,
your pinky swear pulls me back in.
You are the sea turtle's deep, slow, sleepy veins,
and I am a hummingbird heartbeat.