Bloodless Flesh

My hand is bleeding from the inside

out from my bloodless love of god

my boundless gratitude for being free and weightless

reminding me that I am flesh

that I am body

that, above all, my physical presence is below all

that connects me with the heavens above and the earthliness of first desire

known only to she who be the object of my dreams, my ethereal dreams

whose fact and fantasy reside far beyond my earthly imagination

When I was a young man, I was a young man.

Now that I am older, I am older.

And I now see the heavens as I have never seen them before

realizing that they are me and I am them and

the only thing I have to offer this world is all that is within and without me

vulnerability

uncertainty

acceptance

allowance

love

and gratitude

for the blood that flows through my veins and the veins that flow through my

bloodless realization that my body is the god-given vehicle of my soul and

my soul is the senseless guide to my carnal explorations

without and beyond which I would not be me

senseless and yet sensitive to the energies that pervade the next world

joyful reminders that I have a body as well as a soul

a sole reminder that I am real, really, realistically

adorned with the glory of lives past, present and future

my fleshless fantasies being only that – fantasies that I am somehow disconnected from all that is