He Is... Poem by Madison Porter

He is the coiled strength of each fibre of muscle
He is the lurid tableau of colours that shine from supernovae
He is the ungraspably powerful fire that burns in the heart of each star
He is the berceuse the wind pulls from it lips as it mourns through the trees
He is the darkness that wraps itself like a blanket around our nerves and senses
He is the fresh tears that silently gather in the weary eyes of mother
He is the hands of a newborn reaching out to explore the Earth
He is the impossibly intricate crystals of ice that gently flow from the heavens
He is the crimson liquid that I can feel pulsing beneath your skin
He is a living thing’s last thought and breath