Terrible Truth
There is a terrible truth That permeates our stomachs That exists in each strand of our hair That has crept to our toes That was born from our tongues That breathes as we breathe And pisses as we piss
There is a terrible truth That smells of crushed roses And strong thistles Which courses like blood Through our sinews And moves fast enough To exist everywhere
There is a terrible truth That is shown in her soft smile And soothing touch And the way her chest heaves As she breathes for you In the way her eyes shimmer In the cool moonlight And her crevices blend Into the darkness The way she strokes her neck And reads her poetry to you And you cannot recall the color Of her left eye or how long her hair is You cannot recall what she has said, Only how you felt at its deliverance Nor the lines in her skin, Only how you felt at their sight
This is the terrible truth That permeates and seeps And oozes and runs Sloppily slipping out Of our eyes and into Our ears, uncomprehended Have you studied your mind? Do you know that the dying and birthing Of cells and the functionality Of the hippocampus and one’s Amygdala and VTA and Prefrontal Cortex And other baby carrot sized Brain pieces determine Your production of saliva When presented with a naked body?
This terrible truth is such, That we each have the time to give We each have the energy to expel We each can choose to love.
We each see beauty, But, what form it takes in our eyes? This is not up to us to decide.
~C.C.
