But For A Moment
My friend,
do you ever notice
how your ears get tickled by your favorite song,
how your tongue curls up to your favorite dish, or
how your heart does a sweet jig when
Saturday nights ignite you,
and how it relaxes when
Sunday mornings collect you.
These moments
are prescribed daily; they are
fixed point of pleasure
procured only be you.
Please, tell me you know what if feels like to be
something more,
even, but for a few choice seconds.
You are like the new skin
born from burned tongues.
You are like the book that
breathes life into weary eyes—
your bones make the binding
your marrow, the pages
your moments the ink.
My friend believe me
No matter what the monsters say
you are worth
every breath you draw,
every bite you take,
every kiss you conjure,
every lucid dream you live.
Remember that you are more,
even, but for a moment.