Visualizations Are Assumptions

I was someone who had no guiding idea of what life meant to me
and whether or not I was unhappy was irrelevant
because I was
and my friends were too when they sighed at night and
I was never very happy,
but that is irrelevant because my morning tears
made of last night’s drink came from
the thought that I would die one day,
revolution sentences placed in a
book cover coffin with the rest of the skeletal writers.

And then one day
the skyscrapers
and the rivers
and the evergreens
and the pine needles
and the garbage trucks
and the fire hydrants all parted
and my pupil compasses locked
on black denim you.

This is a love story because in one breath
you made immortality as fleeting and
manageable as the breeze flirting
with your dusky eyelashes.
This is a love story because I began
to love breaks in the city pavement in
the same way I loved myself and you.
Fearing death became a televised ghost,
and I realized I would rather explore the
typicality of grey in the shifting
wolf eyed sky, than balance my hands
beside unimportant papers that deviate from
the life I always mapped out on their backside.
You showed me that if I find religion
within nakedness of the skin and
thunderstorms and belly laughter
produced by party chatter and eating
five extra tacos because I want to,
I was not an empty pair of lungs
filled with nondegradable sins,
but an artifact,
a humanist,
my hymns the laughter of a night well spent,
my prayers only mimicking the holy and
grey vibrant ghosts I call people
feeling free to do what gives them
mountain ranges on their skin.

Do you find it sad, my love,
that when I fill a room of people
with our story about slowly
hearing the sound of our footsteps
as one of my precious hymns,
most of them will picture you as a boy?

Reviews

[transentience]

Perfection. Dusky lashes can seduce my frail heart anyday, regardless of gender

[IamRealTusoul]

Nice poem, beautifully written.

[Richard]

oops sorry ha

what I mean to say is this is unapologetically direct and just I really liked it
very artless and good :)

[Richard]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmIWgoy0Sz0

[alifeacoustic]

Beautifully written. How perspectives can change in an instant and change our reality and perspectives. What a wonderful last verse...
Do you find it sad, my love,
that when I fill a room of people
with our story about slowly
hearing the sound of our footsteps
as one of my precious hymns,
most of them will picture you as a boy?

Thank you for sharing this, I really enjoyed it.