I’ll Take it From You

Do you resent it?
A shaky hand
In warm white light
Shivering, quivering;
Won’t you receive it?

I think you resent it.
A cursory glance,
The light dimmed in your eyes;
What happened to that sparkle?
Swallowed whole in a vacuum.

Spit it out.
A pelican, a heron, a stork
Carrying gifts
Withholding verity.
Illusion of care, all a distraction.

I don’t resent it.  
Place it in my trembling palm
(I’ve had my arm held out for awhile)
And I’ll make a world out of it.
A shard of you is a piece of heaven.

-k.r.r.