Beckoning

Come,

It is time.

Touch my heart
See, how it lies clenched under my rib cage

You have been walking diagonally for too long
You have been hiding behind vagueness for far too long

I am you
All of it.

Those feet, its popping veins
were claimed by me years ago
Our hearts breathed the last time I touched them

That evening, I took all of you
Now, you are just flesh and bones - and a hollow voice

Your laugh's timbre is with me
Your body's aches are all me

Come back, you half man, half breathing carcass
We can lie down motionlessly
with our ears pressed against the earth
listening to the sounds of its belly

Haven't you always wanted that.

Shringi
August 31, 2017

Painting : The Beckoning by Kadir Nelson