Your body is a billion years old
if you consider the ingredients.
Bound to eternity and finite form, we are
nothing new, my sweet. We may have met before—
you as cactus wren and me as saguaro skeleton.
We are ancient seas, minerals altered,
we are vitamins and gutter water.
Someone else's energy, photosynthesis, and time
is pulled away from me
like the tide, ungraspable and rhythmic
or like the sun going down,
afternoon light spilling through the blinds
like broken egg yolk, dripping through my fingers;
I am slipping through time.
Gravity pulls me closer, a possessive lover,
and in the meantime you pour honey
into the cracks between the fragments of matter
that have composed me, and I whisper,
welcome to the house of my heart,
we will unravel and we will start
to become again and again and again.
About the Creator
Chelsey Burden
Freelance writer, proofreader, and library specialist with an affinity for tortoises.
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