The Shore of Your Longing

I went to the shore of your longing and gave you parts of myself that you have seen but not known.

First I gave you my eyes.

That you could see the depths of blue and the wholeness yet emptiness that fill my days.

Next, I gave you my ears. So you could hear the undertone of meaning in every human’s voice-their true desire.

I then came and gave you my hands, so you could feel how skin, seemingly malleable, is also unyielding and cages a soul.

My mouth was next. I wanted you to shape and taste the pleasure of my thoughts but with that, the pain too. The sharp bite of what can come after pleasure.

Lastly, I gave you my feet. I wanted you to feel how the Earth moves with me and not always against.

But all you could ask was, “What else?”

And to that I wept,

and was no more.