flesh

many have proclaimed,

the flesh is weak,

 

but I’ve never been so sure.

for the flesh contains whole galaxies

and innumerable lifetimes

each tragic, each beautiful

 

tell me, have you ever tasted another’s tears?

warm like anticipation in the chest

the second before a release

rich with cinnamon and deep sea salt

from where all the rivers converge

and have held hands,

made memories

through the sun and storms

of centuries past

 

have you noticed the melody

in words spoken just for you?

whispered and willed

into etchings on the soul

just as time

etches ridges into bark,

grain into wood

 

have you ever held a broken heart?

felt how its pieces clutch one another?

fingers taut

scratching and scoring one another

until the chasms are closed

deep caverns form,

where ghosts live

and reminisce

 

oh, the flesh is weak

 

that being the only tangible truth,

we seek strength

we seek refuge in what we know

flesh

covers

flesh

devours

flesh

embraces

flesh

 

ss.

 

Published in The Lettered Olive, Volume 11 in 2014.

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