I was kissed in the rain under the fading embers of an empty sun
that grew three times its size, before it grew the consequential
discovery that it too, would eventually fall under the category of once was.
And the rain was cold, penetrating the layers of my skin like acid-
that fell from God's eyes at lighting speed as he wept at the
violence that tore apart a vision of an eternity of humanity.
It shook my bones to the core and sent shock waves
down my spine, until I too became a part of the weeping
bow that bent my spine and left me paralyzed from the heart down.
I was left with nothing more than my brain and the robotic
sequential emotions that had slowly tricked me into thinking
that I could somehow relate with the entirety of humanity.
The world was simply black and white, demanding that I get in line.
Its stark light left no room for shadows and it blinded me from the
conceptual concept that at this rate I'd too would fall under the category of once was.
But that kiss, oh that kiss, awakened an inner fire
I thought I had lost, forgotten in the paralyzing explosion of
an idea I once thought I knew all too well.
He breathed into me everything that he was,
all his emotions and memories and feelings hit me like
a tsunami wave that would tear down the concrete walls that apathy had built inside of me.
And as if I could once more feel my toes wiggle in the
sand that was once warmed by the sun who never knew it would
fall in the category of once was, I could feel it snake its way through my soles.
It rebuilt everything I once stood on, unbending my spine from
my feet up, until I could clearly see the veil above the black and white
that held the shadows of a world I'd always dreamt of, but never saw.
His breath blew me up like a balloon until I felt weightless,
lifted off the ground that had torn me down
to the brink of the waterfall that flowed in a continuous down with no end.
That kiss married me to a man who unshielded the veil of a life
that took from me the reality of what it meant to be individually minded,
and his name, so sacred on my tongue, was empathy.