I’ve got a ribbon in my eye
and it speaks truthfully of the soul
that lies beyond.
It’s holding my ocean at bay, merely
monitoring your ebb and flow.
It’s
cradling something capable
of explosion,
graceful detonation
into something mysterious.
But what do I know
of something I cannot see?
Even the reflections lie;
if left is right, then what
is wrong?
Play with the grains, toss them together
as you will
but hold yourself at a distance from me
just to remember that I am my own entity,
not simply your puzzle of whole pieces.
I am me without you-
without your hands.
So see me, I beg you, without you
and let the impressions left between the
lines of my
fingerprints
breathe on their own.
In, out, ebb, flow.
Pull the ribbon from my eye,
gently as to not disturb
the peace it keeps within the seas inside me,
gently,
so you see me outside my conscience.
Whisper, read it like a fortune, let it
dance in the wind while held
between your fingertips,
only if you trust them like they are the fibers
holding the circuit of your heart whole,
keeping the current
bringing air into your own blood.
Hold my soul
and name it not crimson or violet
let it simply
speak.