What could I offer you that is not already yours?
So instead I give you all that I cannot keep:
the ache and the loss,
the memories that slow my feet,
the skin -too calloused,
I peel it off like old clothes,
discard it on the altar,
and watch the flames disintegrate and deflate
the weary thoughts and words.
And when the winds lift the ashes free
to stir the air with sooty hands
and raise my incense high,
a corresponding breath releases
and opens pores.
My lungs expand in the open air,
further, and full.
And the wind moves fresh and cool
across my shriveled skin.
with nothing to separate,
Your love crashes in
like a lover long kept away,
clinging, clasping, and overjoyed,
unwilling to let me go.
I drink it in, drown in your waters,
and laugh like I’m drunk
to think that this offering
was just a pretext.