somewhere, in between your screaming and dancing cells,
am i. melting. at the sight of your being.

how are we so the same?
but so different?
the chaotic probabilities
of life formed us, they
would say.

but oh,
my love,
fooled not be by the form!

i am inside of you,
you are inside of me.

this is love,
passing through us,
fear not the journey!

join me,
join yourself,
let us implode together,
at the marvelous,
unexplainable magic of
human life.

~ z.s

Music
         Permeates
                          Cells
Muscles
              Contracts
                             Euphoria
Enveloping
                  Souls
                        Do dance

Between us lies
An empty space.

How could we know
How great the gulf would grow?

I carried the strain.
You would not share my burden,

Now find me
An unwilling host.

I have found a rare mutation
Spliced, we are perfection.

Uninfected, we evolve.

I wonder if it’s true
That in seven years,
My skin will be brand new.
Just like I’ve never been
Touched by you.
I’m not sure how I’ll cope
With the fact that my flesh
Agrees we were never really
Meant to be.

*(r.e.)

I was walking through the Courtyard
holding children in my hand.
As I glanced upon the scenery
they fell from me like sand.
So often searched have I,
The path that I had tread;
seeking all the children
lost that I had bred.
I hope they are safe and warm,
More than that I hope they are not dead.

These children give me all I have
and their life force and mine
are much the same.
Yet ask me not to Identify all,
for sharing are they, my name.
I keep them near me as best I can
for to lose them shall cause me pain,
and I shall adopt so many new ones
and by them I shall gain.
I actually cannot see them
yet six trillion I hear I have.
They are so inclined to wandering
I might loose some with just a bath.

~ for Angela Scuteri ~

Cancer cells bloom and open
their capsules split apart
and spit the pips
on the red tide.

We are encased in bars of blue,
That hold us in this enclosed space,
And beneath us this infernal chain,
Forever holding us in our place.
We strived to move between these bars,
But our shackles wore our skin to bone.
And we dared to move through the nearest walls,
Into places we thought unknown,
And now we travel to and fro,
Between our cells in large tin cans,
Scraping against these prison bars,
Dividing us into different lands.
The final frontier of our plight,
The barring cage that hangs above,
We slipped through the cracks,
And into a new world we dove.
Freedom was not behind our cage,
In the vast expanse beyond,
But similar prisons that are empty now,
Much like ours of which we are so fond.
Now look between these prisons scattered,
Where our Warden has forsook,
Endless lengths from our night sky,
Into which we can helplessly look,
And we see nothing,
And we find nothing,
For there is
Nothing.

Every cell, every little cell is replaced every 7 years
How fantastic will that be?
I will finally have a body that will never have been touched by you.

Five synapses meet in the brain
On their way to their different chores.
One cell is sending a task to Hand
“Turn the **** and open the door”.
The next one is making its way to Foot
To say “mind the slickery floor”.
The third spark is thinking of work too soon,
“The meeting. The memo. Try more.”

And the fourth worker’s job is to balance,
But he’s still thinking of bed.
The final cell’s meant to keep focus
Eyes open, directed ahead.
But all of the cell’s called in sick,
And the five went out drinking instead.
And the body runs into the door,
And some damage is done to his head.
Then the five cells- while sharing a toast-
Are now consequently dead.

It's shedding season--
a time for growth and flaking
away dry, dead cells.