Body and Soul collateral

I love to see your body.
Cross-sectioned – dissected
illuminated from a light source

that shines in the dark
unlike our conflicted souls.

I hunger for your luminous
colours of blue and green,
which didn’t you know
would never be seen

in the gloom of our souls,
which slide to the dark side.

I want to be X-rayed too
with my true colours on display.
Showing a tremulous backbone
when push comes to shove.

And my soul struggles to
keep my body alive – just.

You morph above it all,
our pre-occupations and angst.

Your missile body finds its target
with grace and consummate ease
harming no one on contact.