Giving you a piece of me means sanctity unfinished; unblemished is the duty of the heart whether it is liver, lung, or kidney that you seek. Skin, vein, tendon. My eyes are two offerings soaring over blue, over incandescent rays so bright they burst to flutter perfect passion to give, to proffer my hand so you can get out the hole of unnerving unknowingness. Notice the soft tissue of my devotion’s love— the warmth, the pulsing nativity. We are more than evolved cells and systems, not here on Earth for only ourselves. Sisterliness. Brotherliness. A fellow feeling of unselfishness reverberates to any core living, breathing, feeding to be the channel to the next flare of stars. Giving you a piece of me feels like destiny invariably written. O’ what a world to be ink on another’s story; to be flame, spark, electricity. Hope actualized incarnated. My blood could river you towards faith. My gift could project you into a future. Grant my soul the ultimate deed, cast what's left to the flowers and to dreams. You and I are life eternal, friends of a never-end. I extend my best parts to you, even the intangible ones. Use it to rewrite this poem, conjure your own epic. I give because I believe body and life doesn’t begin with bone; it begins with opportunity.
