AJS
it is all that i want, to be your motionless mast,
a clean white sheet in the midst of the storm,
but it is all i am, the wretched and torn,
the weak and the downbeat under par in my form.
it is at the bottom that we learn which ribs hold the most
our closest flesh, each unfathomable mess
you found it there, underneath the intertwined
white fingers hold nowhere you cannot reside.
i want you to find in my mind, in my mold
that which i cannot define
i want you to see me in a new light, one kind
which spotlights the need, the desire each time
yet every light i buy to shine
seems to show nothing but negatives in the midst of this grime
and time stretches moments into weeks at a time
when i fail to unhinge the good from God's spine.
a moment, a blip in the blanket of time
a second in which i am yours and you mine.
a clean white sheet in the midst of the storm,
but it is all i am, the wretched and torn,
the weak and the downbeat under par in my form.
it is at the bottom that we learn which ribs hold the most
our closest flesh, each unfathomable mess
you found it there, underneath the intertwined
white fingers hold nowhere you cannot reside.
i want you to find in my mind, in my mold
that which i cannot define
i want you to see me in a new light, one kind
which spotlights the need, the desire each time
yet every light i buy to shine
seems to show nothing but negatives in the midst of this grime
and time stretches moments into weeks at a time
when i fail to unhinge the good from God's spine.
a moment, a blip in the blanket of time
a second in which i am yours and you mine.