I feel you, art. I feel you moving through my heart in between my breath and giving no quarter. It hurts, and it sings, and it makes me give up sleep and cry for the beauty of it all. I feel you, pushing me so far outside my comfort zone, I forget where home is. Let me smile as the cream and sugar of you. Let me cry at the diamond glittering in the sea of you. How lucky am I to have you inside me, so dark chocolate brown. It feels so good to feel you, art. The life you give me. The hard work you make me do. You have always been my truest friend and most ride-or-die ally. You cussed all them haters out when I was crying. And you told me not to. You handled it, defending me in the dark. You art, I know. You art, I trust. You are God’s gift, and most intimately mine.
I feel you.