My Every Last

The sounds of rhapsody echoed my past.

You were once a child,
now grown into partial human,
still in touch with primordial beast.
You physicalize e-v-e-r-y breath,
you manifest e-v-e-r-y ache.
You're pulling on them,
extracting them,
persuading and taking them.
You're suckling them,
begging them,
engaging and making them.
You're tugging and plucking,
sapping and trapping,
peeling away the layers

of my every last...

one of them spills over me,
quaking me, shaking me
tears falling like thunder rocking my soul
shattering from your broken hearts,
and those wide-eyed truths
that rumble beneath our feet.
The words tumbling from your lips
into my core,
I am kissed by your innocence gained,
and the angst that sparks

Revolution!

I offer my heart-center-being to you,
poet and poetess,
who bring forth this wild lyricism,
in place of that jaded pessimism
known only by the scarred and prickly.
I offer my deepest,
off the deep end, Dive!
into the greatest lakes of
gratifyingly gracious Gratitude.

Take me, wake me and Slam me
with your miraculous rhythm and verse,
and I shall give to you
my every last...

dew drop
sigh and breath
in- and exhalation
dream of wonder, awe.