My Kitchen Sink

Anatomical Theology

I've forged empires of anatomy

Whole dynasties from rib cages

Eras from the pause between each of your breaths

I construct beauty from madness

Softness from bones stronger than steel

I've created insanity from normalcy

Hardness from tissue and skin bouncier than a trampoline

Constructed will power from indecision

Sculpted ankles of the finest marble

Polished eyes of the finest tanzanite until my fingers have bled just to give you sight

I'm an artist of anatomy

People come to me with imperfections and leave feeling satisfied

I've used tones from the best rubies to shine the cheeks of the girl you love

And I've taken it all away to find the beauty left in an ugly face

The seven wonders of the world have nothing on my sculpture

You say, My God, I'm not religious, but your beauty is ethereal

And people feel small in your presence

 They call me a modern day Aphrodite, a goddess fit to love

The space between your chest formed by a single run of my finger

The upturn of your lips my the moldings of my thumbs

I've found power in presence

Physiology is my own theology

Hands created to hold importance when my arms tire

Toes dipped in the finest waters

Calves made to support a heart stronger than steal

I have given you a body made to love

Do with it what you will

You can break it

But it is made to repair

The only thing damaged is your soul

For which I cannot be blamed

The blood in your heart and the skin round yourself

Meant to encase an ever-changing, everf-ixing, always strong individual

You.