Emo

Love’s Illusiveness

I can’t touch it
I can’t feel it
Where is it hidden
In the cosmos
In the nebulas
Where can I grab it
Grapple it
Caress it
Press it against my face
Open my chest
And place it inside
Tickle it with my nose
And run it down my neck

Instead my fingers grasp air
I squint and see it
But it must be an illusion
Because it is void
There’s nothing there

But what if I took another glance
What if I tilted my head
Or peek-a-boo’d the heavens

Then what if I took hold of it
Left it powerless in my fingertips
Pressed it down
Pinched it
Pulled it with all my power
Would it still escape my perseverance

But what if You inhaled
Every fragment unable to escape
What if it entered your trachea and filled your bronchioles
What if it filtered through Your blood

Then could I grab You
Can you become tangible
And press your lips against mine
And breathe, breathe, breathe
Exhale, exhale, exhale
And then I breathe, breathe, breathe,
And inhale, inhale, inhale

Then it travels through me
My bronchioles nearly burst
My heart pumps harder than ever before
My skin becomes tactile
And now I’m no longer a savage
Because in me lives the divine
And a touch of the universe has entered my darkness