You Tell Me Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

Cradled in stone hands
You tell me to hold still
And I know it's an impossible request.
Tracing across my skin
The pads of your fingers
Caressing
Molding
Searching
Smoothing away my mind.
You tell me to hold still
And I know I don't remember my name
I know breathing isn't a necessity
As I look into you -
As you look into me -
Do you see your face when you glance into my soul?
You tell me to hold still
But still I part my lips
At the feel of the ridges of your fingerprints;
Your code is the key
And still you tell me, "No."
You tell me to hold still
As you hold my face
Erasing all of matter.
And then you say, as a matter of fact
So shocked:
"You have a spark."
I sit there dumb,
Pondering your thought,
Searching for an answer in your eyes,
Knowing a shortage just happened in my head.