Sunday Poem
I want to know what you’ve learnt from living.
From the dance.
From the void.
From the sublime.
From the fire.
From the ecstasy.
Tell me about your body.
Tell me about how you move.
Tell me about how you soften.
Tell me about how you harden.
Tell me about how much you can bear.
Show me where it hurts.
Show me your edges.
Show me your scars.
I want to trace them with my fingers.
I want to follow the stories they tell.
Speak to me about your heart.
What does she yearn for?
Do you recognise her voice?
Do you feel her close?
Do you let her open?
Do you trust her?
Tell me about how you betray yourself.
Tell me about how you abandon yourself.
Tell me about how you protect yourself from pain.
Tell me about how you lose yourself.
Tell me about how you find yourself.
Tell me about love.
Tell me about love.
Tell me about love.
Have you tasted it?
Did it burn you?
Did it deepen you?
Do you long for it?
Do you fear it?
I want to know.
I want to know everything.