Compassion

Compassion
By: Alexander Medina

Come into me,
My arms, and
Tell me what love means

Observe, from above,
A hand holding a hand;
A pair of eyes watching another;

And a heart beating, surviving,
Only for the other

Come into me,
My soul, and
Tell me why the earth moves so still

Creeping and crawling
On its knees,
Begging for a heart,
Maybe even a hand or two.

Come into me,
My mind, and
Tell me when this feeling began

Slowly moving through and
Around my mind,
Falling down into my chest and so quickly my thighs-

Taking without giving
Held without holding
Loved without loving-

Come out of me, intruder;
Come lie with me, lover;
I am not just another,
To be thrown
In the gutter