Heavy and Weightless

for t.p

Your roots sprung one by one

On the inside of my chest.

Maybe it had something to do

With how softly you say my name,

Or the way you'd go to kiss my cheek

Before you even thought of kissing my lips.

You aren't this delicate or gentle

Flower of a being.

You're more like this shifting

Body of water.

You're much more a

Showcase of all the

Beautiful and horrific things.

You're shimmering blood

Laced with stardust and things

The conscious mind can't stomach yet:

Oh you are a dream.

The type that can only be taken

Through the skin:

You always were the direct sort.

Maybe it had something to do

With your knack for performance.

The way you become this song

Bird, singing through the cage bars,

Somehow captivating our eyes and ears.

You aren't this simple creature.

You are the inner workings of

Space time and old clocks

Ticking away to themselves.

In terms of complexity

You are the math to metaphysics.

But maybe it is just, you, all of you.

Every inflection of laughter

Every expression to cross your face

Every wonderful thought you ponder

Every internal battle you've put up a fight in

Every stroke of your paintbrush

Every insecurity you lock in a box

Yeah maybe it's just you.

Exactly the way that you are.

The roots you've planted run

Deep to my core and I water

Them carefully because they

Are an extension of you.

A part of you lives in me now

And it's terrifying to think.