Cord

If only I could stimulate
These nerves and passageways:
Erase all thoughts of
Absent days

Twist the cord
To cure the child.

Your voice -
simultaneously
Compassionate and
Irate -
Travels through
Passageways,
Disturbing the circuitry,
Only altering plans...

If only I could - gently - break
The grasp of
Your holy hands
And come out
Slick and half alive --
A veritable Christ on crutches.

I’d like to write you a letter;
Words -- you can keep them
On paper
They’re softer,
And much safer
Than straight-forward,
Wet and squishy,
slick off the tongue,
Fanning frames of mind
Fanning the flames of passion
undermined.