A Luminous Mind              

Everything had been written before

and woven into blonde hair

draped over someone’s

idea of a luminous mind

You may hold on

you may let go

he thinks

a glowing inferno

His calmness

makes you feel small

like someone who’s afraid

to renew their passport

You are thinking

of closing your eyes

while he writes his sonnets

by breathing

His thoughts can be felt

by leaning down

and gently touching

his mouth