I have seen the monster in my closet
who drags fingernails along the bottom
of my feet when I am deep in
sleep's hard grasp (I still know they are there).
I have heard the whispers of the
ghosts waiting for their one night of
freedom, and I know that I have
one good night's sleep coming up.
I have smelled the heavens when it
rains, and a little bit of eternity
escapes to grace my fingertips.
I have tasted love's blossom, but
found some of them too bitter to keep in my
mouth for too long.
I have touched the chest of another, and
have felt the beating heart
beneath the smooth, fragile skin.