Cross of Mine
It is in chaos that I thrive,
in the spirals and drips
of my thoughts made manifest, splashed
frantically in your gaze,
in the the push-pull affair between
colours warm and cool.
Could you exist here, too,
not just as a spectator in your
familiar pose: arms akimbo, legs
planted flush against earth,
but as a lover, a dancer,
a gunshot, a virus in my veins?
Will you be the one to finally hoist
up my red-soaked cross,
the one I have carried west to east,
south to north,
the one I mend and cradle daily
while you merrily dream?
Or will you walk away
and give back
the spilled blue of my essence that
reached for your pulse in song?
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz is an award-winning poet and visual artist based in Centerville, Ohio. She can be reached through www.tiffanyshawdiaz.com.
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