Bittersweet Anatomy

           My bones are sparkling,

Starlit

Diamond,

Lit on ethereal, white

Fire.

The world shines from within,

Far away as a star,

But coming closer every day;

Hazy,

Blurred blue

And merged with my very being.

My heart is made from feathers,

Lemon juice,

And velvet,

Palpitating,

Yearning.

Bleeding and loving,

Whole and hollow

And overfilled

With every face I have

Ever laid eyes on

And a few I haven’t.

You are there,

I promise.

My limbs are thin,

Long,

Twigs.

Fragile and distant,

Intertwined with

Heartstrings and individual,

Fleshy hands.

My fingertips bud with

fragrant, infant-delicate roses,

curled, and blush-pink,

nestled among orange and saffron,

flickering flames.

My skin is pale silk,

easily torn and vulnerable,

clinging to a diamond-fire

           skeleton.

My mouth and throat

Burn with a hunger for

Knowledge and affection,

My eyes flash with visions

Of a face,

Or faces,

That I do not know,

But search for with

Winged heart,

            And flaming fingertips.

Ribbons of thought

And feeling

Grow

From my ribs

Connecting with

The Earth

The Sky

The Sea

And the spirit of all.

I search for you,

Even as I find you

Already within my

Heart

And

Bones.

Come to me,

Child,

Lover,

Dear one of a thousand hearts;

I remember you