How thrilling it would be to not
Be perceived physically.
Invisible to the eye but still understood
Please don’t look at me
just sense me.
I don’t want to be tied physically to my fruits.
Love me without knowing how my lips twist around sour words and my nostrils dance with runny noses. Love me without knowing my hands picking at phantom rashes. Love me without seeing my veins underneath the surface of some organic material.
I’d like to be the roots underneath the earth. I don’t want you to see me to know that I exist. I’d like to turn into a season. You know what I am but you know no singular object to define my shape. You can feel me and hear me and see what I have touched. You don’t need to see my body to know that I’m there.
