i am the cloud-castles you
see in the sky.
i am the summer storm and the
breeze, the curve of a waist and the
warmth in between your lips,
the one who watches you
when you're not looking.
i am the crunch of sand and
the roar of waves, the
whistle of night,
the moon held close.
i am the breath in your lungs.
the sky in your eyes,
the stars the stars the stars
in your hair and the song in your
throat and
i am the gust of wind in your
stomach; panic, fear,
i am the scream of your
silence, the joy of your
days. i kiss your heart with my
nothing-hands, and i breathe.
i am your slumber and i am
your dreams. i am the skin
of a tidal wave and the rush
that comes afterwards,
the wishes you make on
empty nights,
the swell of strings, the ice,
the snow. the knife in your hands,
the knife in your back. i am
the beat of drums around
a crystal fire, a rebirth,
a chorus of cries and
the locked room where
you hide,
and i am the darkness held
in your ribcage,
your charred feet and hands,
the prayer you grip when
you die.
i am both and i am neither,
nothing and everything at once.
hold me when this eternity passes.
i have no fate. i have no name.
i am weary and i am alive.
i am, i am, i am.
