Kinaesthetics

Every knot wraps its musculature

Around pockets of nitrogen,

Distending insecurities,

Contracting capillaries,

Denying them their freedom

From a bled-to-mend body.

Ligatures recoil with every breath

As needled therapy

Digs into scarlet fibres;

Extracts of memory dissipate

In a current of blue,

Their blank slates wiping clean

Every strand of excess pride.

I’m no superhero,

Wide eyed and wonderful,

But I’ll play the part

Until my body catches me,

Lying to redeem itself,

To make sleepless of itself

To make time for more space

To live outside of itself;

To reassure my ego

That this indulgence

Can extend beyond

The human kinaesthetic.

But I’m sipping sedatives

To a slow twitch,

Waiting for these lungs to catch up

With the marathon in my mind,

Waiting for this heart

To quit beating for every love

That holds me irresponsibly intimate

With eyes and lips

That don’t live here anymore. 

And if I could, I’d separate myself in two

To split this feeling in my chest,

Leave more room for you to fill

And less for me to abuse. 

But I'm no superhero,

Wide eyed and wonderful,

I'm just playing the part

Until my body catches up with me.