#pathablepoet

Your love for me radiates outward; a flow transferred from your hands into my soul. Feeding my heart the love if needs and craves. You gaze lovingly into my eyes, an endearing gesture that is reciprocated. In this private space between two souls, our love circulates simultaneously as one.

You lean in for a kiss as my heart quickens and my breath stills; a rosy hue develops on my cheeks as your soft lips touch mine. A kiss unhurried, so tender and needed that time stands still. Miles away from you, I would still feel the tingle of your lips on mine in my recollection of you and I.

An unopened small black box sits in the middle of the table; awaiting a recipient.

I look around the room to see if an owner will come claim this box but no one comes.

I cautiously investigate the box and see that it is not addressed to anyone, no tag, no indication of who it is for.

Curiously, I ponder if it was left there for me to find.

But who would leave such a gift? Or is it a threat?

I have no enemies but I have friends and a lover of whom might leave such a gift.

A doting stranger perhaps or a creepy stalker, I’ve had quite a few.

I gaze perceptually at this unexpected surprise.

My knees drag onto the cold, hard, dirt of the rez as I claw my fingers into the earth to get myself out of this dark place. Hands grasp at the loose dirt I create as my fingernails push deep into the earth begging to be saved. I flinch from the pain of the force of the nail meeting the cold hard dirt; each grasp of dirt akin to prayer unanswered.

As I crawl, tiny rocks scrape my knees; their jagged edges tear away the flesh as it penetrates my soul; bleeding as weeds leave green stains on my now torn jeans.

I pause to stare at the dirt in my fingernails now clumped and stained dirt brown to turn yellow as I clean them later. My tears turned them into mud making them stick and dry in my nail beds.

The excruciating pain of your callous words

Gently tossed among your ignorant gaze

Penetrate the depths of my soul

You demand forgiveness, I will not grant

Aloof to my being

Sincere lies like tufts of soft clouds strung together by water particles, engulf me

Your pensive mood agitates fuzzy boundaries

Numbs me like anesthesia before a cut is made

I bleed out as soon as the cold knife breaks skin

Coldness breaking into warm skin diffusing the clouds of my being

Pushing me further away into the warmth to vapor

I dissolve and disappear before your eyes

Slowly and then all at once

Gone in just one blink

Do you see me now that I’m gone?

Did you ever see me?