Man with Guitar

Listen: It comes through the ears.
The heart speaks to the heart.

Did she sing to you in the darkness
Before the sun rose?
Did she soothe you with a whisper?

You know her voice.
You trust her voice.

Touch: Your calloused fingertips

Hold her, hammer her, pluck her. 

Do you feel her singing in your hands

As you bend her?

Do your palms sweat on her neck?

There she is, in your fingers.

There she is, at your lips.

Taste: She is good, warm milk.
It comes through the breast.

Did you know how much she loved you
When you sang for her?
Did you remember to kiss her tears?

She waits between your lips.
She lives upon your tongue.

See: She dances before you.
Her legs. Her hips. Her feet.

Did you notice the beating of your heart?

When she looked into your eyes,

Did you go blind?

Your father wanted her, too.
Your father sang for her, too.

Smell: Breathe her odor

As she wraps you in swathes. 

Did you feel her in your lungs 

When you inhaled her?

Did she put the spirit inside of you? 

You live because of her.

She lives inside of you.

Know: She is already inside of you.
She enters through the body.

How long will you pretend
To search for something else?
Don't you feel her inside of you, already?

She is always before you.

She is always behind you.

Speak: She passes through the heart.