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hush
Hush…but why?
for now the chest kisses,
heart caresses the cement floor,
the floor my feet used to walk and run on,
the one I read
all the literature writing
in urban style
trying to make out its meaning,
one that tasted my sweat
saw me rush like barry sanders
and play like maradona,
the one having to taste my blood,
see me grow up,
fall and push it away
as I make my way up,
hush….. but why?
For now I see you face to face,
now it is I receiving your blood
and tasting your sweat,
is you now reading my history,
trying to figured out my meaning,
hush…but why?
for the rush has hit me like barry bonds bat,
I became one of his historic homeruns,
so the contact was with force,
like the fish without water
yet trap in a transparent web,
I gasp for air as if I was a worm
cut in half begin to crumble
like a unwanted paper in your arms,
hush…..but why?
before I used to count the cracks in your body,
now with this minimal distance
I have sight of is inner components,
I can begin to see the critters
eating unknown substances,
feel that feeling as you step into a cemetery
in night time,
then total darkness
yet your skin feels a presence of a shadow,
of a breeze,
hush…… I will!
for I need to hold in my pain,
my bones broken, heart wounded, soul lost,
mind wasted,
yet no sound
out my sound wave instrument
must be heard,
for the distance is minimal
and he may hear,
may see my being at his door,
he may grasp my neck, arm and legs
lure me to his home,
hush….. I will!
pain and agony have to evolve
into a different form to lift up,
simply a very long push up,
within your body you too have a heart,
even if its a mirage from my mind,
it will be enough to lift me up
