My resignation, with love,

Heaven:

I can find spaces

clear spaces,

shadows in the corners of my mind.

I close my eyes, and see them

lace clear.

There are curtains and buildings

and miles and miles of cactus,

this is where I find you.

I've spent days dwelling here,

barefoot, and silent.

Watching my subconscious devour our love.

In the smallest building, I walk slowly-

touch the velvet on the walls,

and happily lose my mind.

Because here, I don't need it.

Here, I can feel.

I throw my head back,

I am an owl, looking for you

in every crease of this dream.

Searching for my weak mouse,

I can see you now,

scratching at the sides of this maze.

But I know,

I shouldn't look.

You are a peep show,

burlesque, frowned upon, fragile skin.

Here I am alone with you,

keep looking.

keep looking.

Here you are, a perfect archetype.

Here I am, dressed in white.

Doesn't it remind you of the summer

I first became your dove?

Doesn't it remind you of the nights

we refused to be alone?

Falling- Catching myself,

believing in the dream-you.

more than I have believed

in my own true-born existence.

I reach for an unimportant gold-something.

And here I am,

all dressed in white

Doesn't that mean anything?

Here I have something gold,

don't you love gold?

Can't you speak?

Hell:

You flee from here,

sensing comfort beyond;

sedation, meditation, the bond of a bottle.

what you've come to know

more than these hands,

that gave you all of that,

if not more, in one touch.

You look straight through me,

fish eyed and scared.

Here I am, standing naked

doesn't that mean anything?

I came here to give you everything,

can't you just take something?

Can't you just say my name?

So I can hear the cement walls you build up around it.

So I can hear what unimportant people call me

when they want the satisfaction

of knowing I can never ignore myself.

They have offered me gold too you know.

And diamonds, and a place to sleep.

But all that is pyrite.

And here I am offering truth.

keep looking,

keep looking.

Earth:

my body is moved

and I can hear every seam of this dream

unstitch itself.

Please, before it's too late...

I am standing here, all in white.

Glowing in melting comfort.

Tell me,

doesn't it mean anything?