Liver (Lotus)

by Christos Polydorou

and its omnipresent
Cut you open,
Sheathes of light
acknowledging you
and acknowledgement
was all
you ever wanted. Would
I give you my liver if you needed
it? Would you? Is all the drama
between us necessary?

Who we are
is in the fruit,
in the flower.

All the roots
meet at the bottom.
illuminated softly in the magic hour.