Many Lives.
Many lives have been lived since I last wrote a poem
But in those lives, you have been a sort of
Twisted loving antagonist
Pulling me towards your beauty and away from my senses
A senseless man, you have made me
But I will continue to chant, it will all be worth it, because
Though my senses will be severed from my body with much ease
You will be there mending my severed mind with the geniality of your words
Filling my cold, severed body
With a warmth only to be derived from the
Freedom in the words you lay on my skin
A warmth that does not excuse itself
But penetrates the surface and rests in the depth of my skin
While I may be a senseless man, I am a warm man
A warm man who has been honored
My skin honored by the graze of your own
My eyes honored the gaze you bestow upon me
And my mind, both severed and honored by the depths of your beauty