Gabriel doesn’t feel well
His ghost says he doesn’t feel at all
Wrapping and wrapping his fingers around me
Wondering what’s pounding loudly underneath
My shirt, my chest, my ribs and my flesh
Tell me what love is, he says
Tell me the lump in your throat is just the butterflies
Causing clot, flying their way up
We thought that he could tell
Where my tremors would dwell In my hands and my chest as he pulls me way too close
Is it when my stomach drops and my intestines knot?
Or when my pupils dilate, hearing your name
Suddenly looking for something to blame
Tell me what fear is, he says
Do the monsters in my closet mean well?
When I freeze in my sleep with him next to me
My heart performs somersaults Is there a difference?
I couldn’t tell
His purgatory is bland and lame
No trees, no sun, no heartaches to blame
Arms stretch as long as my soul has been
Reaching for a love he cannot see
I fear him, he is me
Gabriel rose from his grave last night
Dreams of sweet release from his 6 foot deep sleep
I crave and I slave
Myself to this feeling
Wishing, wanting, impatiently waiting for him to revive me Is it safe?
I ask him shakily To feel your grasp again and let you call my name
Can I feel yet?
Gabriel Is it time?
It’s been 3 years, he’s been dead
Shut off from reality to lock the demons out of my head I’m only keeping you safe, he said
But with your dire need to escape
I’ve unlocked my barb wired gates
Gabriel, do I feel well?
Gabriel, he can never tell
What love is
