what is prayer to one who knows exactly what
they want but do not have the nerve to reach out
and grab it? i ask because i saw you in my dream,
you were synonymous with the light on the horizon,
the clouds were pink, fluffy, full of all the soft things
that rise to my mouth when we’re speaking,
and the water was tinged with blood –
it was explained away with me standing
chest-deep with a hole in my heart,
maybe i got tired of the yearning and
threw my heart at you, letting you become
intimate with the way it beats your name,
or maybe you asked another way to appreciate
infinity and i would’ve ripped my heart out
so we can dissect it together and i can point
out the way you wrap around my heart in
loops.
maybe you’ll come across this in a few
years, and wonder if this poem was
about you, and it is. you'll wonder why
i was content with the yearning and
you’ll have no answer.
i have no answer.
all i know, with any certainty
is you, in your entirety.
