I must be high.

I'm a doctor so I know
How to cannulate a peripheral vein
Or what happens to a feeble heart
Under the slightest of unnecessary strain

If you replace your blood, warm
With a metal, cold like mercury
Then face storm, pain or jeopardy
With indubitable certainty of
Your invincibility, 'tis unlikely.

You couldn't fit steel where
Ten ounces of flesh beats
To stay clear of all, that
Troubles the heart.

You could soak a rock
Paint it so red it burns
But it wouldn't breathe
To settle a lonely soul
That yearns
For love

Something beautiful I just read...

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Both of you are great light borrowers.
Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected,
And your first gift is making stone out of everything.
Sylvia Plath