Losing Only Skin

Where is that pleasure to breathe? The ability to laugh cannot be compromised with the ability to love - I've seem to have lost that. I'm disconnecting-disconnected-who is this person? Where is Newsom's available feelings of intricacy? Where is that pleasure to feel music, to fly in fog, to open my pores to the grass where I can be connected to the Earth? I don't talk to Jesus, I don't strum the guitar, words are just that - words. To feel intricately, is this not the finest part of me? Where is my tender heart, how is it so cold inside and out? I can't - breathe.

Apply it gently
to the love you've lent me.