This Be the Verse (of the Blameless)

I feel you holding me

– not down or in

but together.

You keep this form in equipoise.

I feel the belt around my waist,

keeping this blood flowing smoothly,

and keeping these organs in check.

You embrace, and you build.

You drew the blueprints to this body,

you shaped each curve, line and crease,

you gave flesh and soul to the cause,

and grafted upon calcium.

You own the rights to this vessel,

you have the planning permission.

I hear that tired falter of time

in your voice

and wish I could show you a mirror

that reflected from within my eyes.

I shall witness myself grow grey

before I ever see it in your soul.

You are life – you are the spark,

you are the origin,

you are nourishment

and in that – you are eternal.