purpose

you say you are coming soon 

for 
 what is yours.

all of me.

prepare yourself.

slide your arms into a midnight shirt.

some dark and vivid shade of blue.

button it up from the bottom

maybe add a tie to let it take longer later.

to loop and anchor this floating feast.

step into those first moments when we start 

peeling back the layers

which glitter like the memory

of starlight swirled in the goblet of space

suspended forever.

as a forgotten hologram of us

discovered again

an intertwined treasure hurtling through the cosmos.

 I will lift that cloak of invisibility.

I will bring to life the shadow of love

as it presses my chest like a heavy glove.

like the lead bib in the dentist chair.

you will be my doctor

and I will exhale and breathe in 

again and again as you listen to my heart.

I will open wide

when you slide your fingers inside the corners of my lips.

deeply touching the walls of the ruins of my mouth,

where my breath, my words, my songs emerge.

where you will come to rest

and where you will feed me

all of you.

feed me all of you.

I prepare myself.

smoothing out the rough and uncertain patches

choosing a contrasting color

a shade of a shadow like no other

I bare my teeth my gums my tongue

I bare my breasts my belly

to you

you look

but you look much deeper.

I yearn to reveal my soul to you 

yet I fear my emptiness.

my only secret that everyone knows.

you too will see right through.

but this hollow shell is my gift to you.

that, 

and a handful of poems.

but you know what is valuable.

your pouring is

a reward to this goblet. 

this bowl.

this olla.

this chalice that I am.

let my purpose be 

to hold you.

to contain you.

all of you.