Permeable
I'll write to you in the footprints my mocassins leave in the soft earth without a sound, without a direction, just movement.
Last night I had the strangest dream
I slept long and well and knew that
I had nothing
I became everything I never wanted
I woke up and I was everything
My words came out slow and odd
Poetry swings trapeze on my wrought-iron heartstrings
Playing melodies
as words hang on my sinew
heavy pillars to the doors we walk through
they crunch at our feet
with leaves in a multitude of colors
so perfect we can't fathom
because we haven't felt that close to anything before this
and we cry when we can't keep them
Beauty is too fragile
It leaves us broken
when we struggle to protect it
To keep it
what lies beyond the darkness
but before the light
We ultimately fail to keep such things as perfect
There are so many things
I want to ask you
But my tongue and fingers won't form the sentiments
Maybe if we stand palm to palm
I could learn you by osmosis
And when our skin touches
I am permeable.
I'm only quiet on the outside.