Where Was the Body?

Where was the body

when you told me that you cared?

And where was the body

when you left my soul ensnared?

Where were your hands

that dared not touch my face?

And where were your lips

that missed my love’s sweet grace?

Your words leave me empty

like the hollow of a tree.

My roots cannot reach your core

when you do not reach me.

If you were to let me see you

in all balletic form,

if you were to let me breathe you

and mend the muscles worn,

I would be more near to you

than your own beating heart.

For I would touch the places

you didn’t know were part

of that all encompassed body

longing for life’s spark.