hello, there.

hello, dear friend.
do you find it strange that
these cords tying our hearts and
heads together are invisible?
do you find it disconcerting?

hello, dear stranger.
do you find it odd that
our eyes will probably never make
that exchange again?
do you wonder at who i am? i know i do you.

hello, dear child.
do you find it delightfully bizarre that
between my brain and yours
is but a thin membrane made of cells in decay?

hello, dear father.
do you find this lack of
reciprocation frustrating?
'cos i sure would.
consider this an open invite:
party at my heart!
but tread carefully.
and don't play with the china.
but, bring your favourite tub of colour,
and get fingerpainting within
the walls of this metaphysical/
fleshy chamber.

unleash!