Frame

Red outlined his eyes and yellow covered his hands.
Veins pumped with comfort I can barely stand.
Does he know we are all here?
Question of the Hour.
We felt his pain day after day –
Can he feel ours now?
Are his arms already holding Mercy?
I’m still not letting go?
Unhealthy yes. Misremember No.
Shellfish we are despite his already unconfined.
He’s still warm to me.
He’s skin so velvet.
He’s Face Unforgettable.
Extraordinary how one can instantaneously leave -
Forever embedded in the living.
I felt I was his world how ironic my world is gone.
We all fight over his body, this world has gone to shame.
He’s frame is empty why do we hinder it?
All I want is to hold him.
Lay my head down on his chest and hear the questions of his soul.
Just to keep his voice inside of me.
My admirable blood.