Your body mine

A body is scar riddled,

shaped with the warmth of heart-thudding

Nerve-ending collision of living; 

but what is a body that lies on a cold slab

as cold as the metal that forgets

the flesh that fresh blood

That held and loved,

whispered and breathed, sucked the world

tucked it into the lungs

shuttering the doors open and close, 

and existing and existing in this world;

What is a body that is as still as time,

as separate from soul-separated

out-of-body and out-of-time

the absence of absence 

forgetting that your body is nowhere

And everywhere in the heart’s eye

of my body