she once told me about how
you can't make a body of a limb
or carve a valley of faded debris,
you can't offer change a rhythmic heartbeat
with a love you have yet to recieve
for all that you are and
all that you wish to be.
and i watched her look at me
and let it be.
her elbow sinking deep
into my chest cavity
as i voiced what i once let be,
"i don't ever want to be anything but real."