SYCAMORE CATHEDRAL (For M.)

Take me  to your
sycamore cathedral- (heart)
not this barren tree in which you show!
in which you hide your thoughts 
from me
from yourself
from the world, like a stranger- what for?

Let this water from my hands
spill down your body 
bubbles and bubbles on your head
and suds! and fuzz!
trickle down your back and face and stomach- bare 
bathing this beast that resist this cleaning 
for there is no time for such... foolishness 
I am distraction.. well ha!
I say I sing be silent no more! 
Fool! Silence! and what for when you have words 
gurgling in sheer abundance
do not hide them from me
do not cloak and remain only in your four walled quarters 
buried beneath your papers 
drafting plans to take over the world
overwhelmed by life, I shouldn't be a chore!

come to me! come to me!
As yourself! As friend! As a lover! As whatever
I question 
why won't you ever
take the time
to let me in?