Sometimes I just want to wrap myself in poetry.
Curl into a ball so small you hardly notice as you pass by.
Curl up inside the stanzas
Cozily cocooned in imagery
Allow myself to be swallowed by it
The peace of letting go
Of releasing the tangle of words and thoughts in my head.
Knowing that I am safe
Wrap me in poems about heartbreak
Surprisingly warm and familiar
The taste of blood reminding me of my own wounds.
And let me lie there
Let me lay in the collection of words unspoken.
And let me be lost in it
And when time moves on you will forget I once spoke
Of the things we often whisper in the dark
Or the secrets we dare not admit even to ourselves.
Forget that I lived on this world
That my feet touched the earth
That my hands shivered alone
That my bones rattled like marimbas
And let me play my melancholy music
The stone slab of my memory
Laid with flowers of my own forgetfulness
Do not let me be silent
But allow me to sleep
Allow me to rest in the crest of a fallen tree
Let me name the tree gratitude
And let it grow
Each rigid fold of the bark
Every leaf left standing
Full of the ingredients for life
And a poem so unlike my own.
Let me sleep in it
Breathing in the poetry of the forest
The words of a world older than us
But do not be afraid to hold me
Do not be afraid to wrap your arms around my torso
Or my chest
Or my waist.
Pull me close in this matrix of memories
Placid poetry pouring over us both
Kiss my lips
Hold my hand
Feel the strength in my arms
The power pumping in my veins
And the fire burning on the tip of my tongue
Teeth sore from biting down on themselves.
Holding back all the words I wish to say to you, but…
Do not be afraid to tell me you love me…
Unless you know it isn’t true.