Lately Words

Sometimes

I think

This is the only time
I can write
When I liken my life
To a pulse
Beating
Breathing
Through my veins
Heart strained
Against my chest
Teeth clenched
Time ticking inside my mind
Sounding in my ears
As I hear
Nothing
And all
At once
Just the one
Sheer
Bright
Moment
Owning
The movement
Of my hands
Making
These fingers
Dance
Life across flesh
Ink wet
On blank pages
As my mind
Rages
Red
And sweet
Like grapes before they weep
Beneath your feet
Though I too
Am transformed
In the darkness
As I melt myself
Down
It has become a science
The compliance
Of mind
And soul so strung out
On those
Honest
Open
Moments
Knowing
Myself enough
To make these words
Like love
Born from palms
And dreams
The things eyes see
Behind lids
Between
This
And its
As though
I only know myself
When I liken life
To seconds
Where I steal
My own
Breath
And die
And gather what is left
And offer it
This nectar
Of
Myself