When you’re not around- my skin is dry
love cares for me brings me back to life feeling the floor through every single molecule
and now you’re a piece of me.
A Mosaic of a body
a real Frankenstein from two decades of puzzle pieces
hundreds of faces
but only several captured on my torso
and yours
it covers my heart.
Some are large
some the size of a nickel
but their compliment follows me like its own heartbeat
beating through my veins and taking each step with me and they have their own shadow.
Your voice-
adds commentary
drink more water
eat something for fucking sake
and it’s all in your lovely voice
people turn their heads like I’m having a conversation with myself
crazy in the mind crazy in the heart
fearless in my walk
because my step is one and with hundreds.
Saint's Muse 