childborn to be a man
a mother gave up a son
a son gave up his mother
but he never gave up
trying to be something
in the eye of his father
what is a man
but the aside comment
a provider
so a son never stops thinking
he does enough
the eyes stop him
the ones that see him
as something more than
a blank check
to those temporary dreams
of wealth and leisure
the emptiness is cast into a void
as the eye-lock engages
I am
he says a thing
I am
she replies likewise
Then walk with me
their hearts beat together
for the heart desires only to be with
with is poetry
with is desire
with is worship
with is suffering
with is a song and story
forever tilting in orbits
that pull us apart
in a universe
that put us together
now
© Jesse Selin