outstretched –
without restriction –
a hand.

offered –
free –
unqualified –
open arms of compassion.
simple things all too often taken for granted.

confined to rooms of routine,
we lose the passion for living –
commit ourselves to merely,
life.

for some of us,
the process suffocating.
disallowed to authenticate our disillusion,
we pursue alternative methods of engagement.
once unrestrained,
the freedom from mundane becomes our drug of choice.

and you.
standing defiant in your Chasuble of condemnation –
conspire to chastise –
categorize our behavior within paradigms of dissension.
i suppose,
if measured by standards of secular jurisprudence,
our mercurial behavior could be considered deviant –
perhaps radical.
however,
if allowed,
prayer for judgment?

how can you stand in posture of authority over courts of supposition?
surely you do not feel justified to gather stones!
how can you entertain acts of accommodation with conviction –
pass sentence for crimes you merely postulate as accused –
ill-informed,
bearing witness to effect,

yet no affiliation with the cause…

oh to be that breath of air

you take; essential as – must,

to have…

 

to enter into – the all of you –

to become as close,

as one –

to two…

 

if just for one moment –

to live in your thoughts –

feel the memories –

encounter your – you!

 

i would give a thousand

could of been’s –

for just one – is,

a lifetime of – life –

for a moment of – living…

 

oh how must it feel –

to  be the addiction,

for once,

no longer the addict!

how simple,

but sublime –

to smile,

when sharing space,

inside your – you,

with lonely,

and afraid.

 

how –

em-pathetically –

courageous!

 

if only eyes could see the – feel,

distinguish between – superfluous,

and real,

then maybe – matter – would return…

 

surely there is nothing,

imagined,

nor real –

more lonely than the absence of touch…

 

you whisper your goodbye –

i scream –

my alone!