Raptures Between Us

Can you imagine me, a naked man?

nothing but umber skin laced to bone.

If this idea gags you,

close my casket.

those who skipped the genesis,

do not get to witness the

revelation.

If this idea seems unnatural

as a desert is in a rainforest,

close my casket.

let the sandy memories of me

fall between your fingers,

for a false prophet’s judgement holds

little purpose where I am going.

There is a community of water

awaiting my return—

if you have never showered

in the transient echoes of

my truth and shame,

close my casket.

some people do not deserve

to have their tears ripple

upon the ocean I will become,

when they refused to pour

into the wells I left behind.

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