Offering

All a man can do is try

Break his life like an egg yolk upon the plate

Offer

If fingers impelled by eyes and senses partake

So will it be

If not

He has done all he could

Expelled

Knowing he tried,

He bowed low to the altar of love

Speaking his spirit excavating the shell

Left homeless hoping

To be wanted and provided for in equal

Reciprocation

The haughty silence of a walled heart

Is such a sorry being

Mocking eons

Timelessness is bearing nudity

Frail, vulnerable, and open

Not knowing outcomes

Offering intentions

Seeing the heavens and hoping

For moments to breathe in the breath of God

As love cascades boundaries like a vibrating yolk