If your heart is a scalpel,
cut me.
Before Creation,
you were you.
That past,
being inescapable,
doesn't make it a prison.
If you are a brush,
let me be paint.
Before union,
art.
You pull
where I push
and the world
comes together
like flint
and a spark.
If you are fire,
let me burn,
if water,
I still burn.
Copyright 2007 Todd Mertz