The Block.

Brush the dust off this paper
Reteach my right hand to write
Riddles of romance and
Identity inquisitions

I know you missed my left side
Lifting the ego
While digging humble toes into soft sand
Breathing emotions into your psyche
Making you feel
Instead of just sightseeing

Find me
In
Every
Carefully Chosen
Word

Wrapped up in multi-dimensional metaphors
Crying for understanding
This simple complexity
Delivered in subtle power
Will test the time
Between love and logic
Beautiful and sublime

You and me.

Because my telling is pointless
Without a listener

(You)

The one who told me to
Dust off the block.